"Diary of a Little Spoon" by Annie Hex
Meet Annie’s latest typewritten poetry zine released 2/28/2025.
This zine isn’t clean- it is my diary. It is bloody and real typewritten diary entries from my entire life. I didn’t clean it up for you. I don’t do that anymore.
I write about queerness, trauma, sexual violence, my pain, my bloody coming of age but also how I kept loving out of spite. All my joy comes from my rage and heartache. I create so much space for joy now for the lonely little spoon I used to be. We need spaces where we can melt and where we just fit. I build worlds because this one wasn’t built for people like us.
In the fucked face of fascism, we must tell our unsanitized stories. We must create spaces for our most feral selves EVERYWHERE. We must be the mess of us. We must learn how to let the mess show. We get free when we free the mess- when we let it all show as it really is- bot just how it appears… we must get back to all that is real. REAL IS REBELLION.
For the ones that put aloe on my sunburnt skin-
The ones that tend my wounds alongside their own.
The ones that kiss them better.
To those that confront the mess in me and the mess in them.
To those that love on full volume in all love’s guts, gore, and glory.
To the mess of us, as we are- with everything that stained us and everything that made us.
Meet Annie’s latest typewritten poetry zine released 2/28/2025.
This zine isn’t clean- it is my diary. It is bloody and real typewritten diary entries from my entire life. I didn’t clean it up for you. I don’t do that anymore.
I write about queerness, trauma, sexual violence, my pain, my bloody coming of age but also how I kept loving out of spite. All my joy comes from my rage and heartache. I create so much space for joy now for the lonely little spoon I used to be. We need spaces where we can melt and where we just fit. I build worlds because this one wasn’t built for people like us.
In the fucked face of fascism, we must tell our unsanitized stories. We must create spaces for our most feral selves EVERYWHERE. We must be the mess of us. We must learn how to let the mess show. We get free when we free the mess- when we let it all show as it really is- bot just how it appears… we must get back to all that is real. REAL IS REBELLION.
For the ones that put aloe on my sunburnt skin-
The ones that tend my wounds alongside their own.
The ones that kiss them better.
To those that confront the mess in me and the mess in them.
To those that love on full volume in all love’s guts, gore, and glory.
To the mess of us, as we are- with everything that stained us and everything that made us.
Meet Annie’s latest typewritten poetry zine released 2/28/2025.
This zine isn’t clean- it is my diary. It is bloody and real typewritten diary entries from my entire life. I didn’t clean it up for you. I don’t do that anymore.
I write about queerness, trauma, sexual violence, my pain, my bloody coming of age but also how I kept loving out of spite. All my joy comes from my rage and heartache. I create so much space for joy now for the lonely little spoon I used to be. We need spaces where we can melt and where we just fit. I build worlds because this one wasn’t built for people like us.
In the fucked face of fascism, we must tell our unsanitized stories. We must create spaces for our most feral selves EVERYWHERE. We must be the mess of us. We must learn how to let the mess show. We get free when we free the mess- when we let it all show as it really is- bot just how it appears… we must get back to all that is real. REAL IS REBELLION.
For the ones that put aloe on my sunburnt skin-
The ones that tend my wounds alongside their own.
The ones that kiss them better.
To those that confront the mess in me and the mess in them.
To those that love on full volume in all love’s guts, gore, and glory.
To the mess of us, as we are- with everything that stained us and everything that made us.