Dancing Lizard is multi-media DIY zine, which will always be accesible online, helping to showcase the varying backgrounds and interests of the folx that contributed to it.
The first issue of this eclectic and beautiful zine focused on the home-base of its creators; Folorida, with all its “gritty sweaty lure”.
When I first left to travel across amaerica by myself i spent nearly a month in Florida, from Miami, to the sleepy retirment towns, to the mad-swamps. There’s something a little manic and a little magic about the Forida air, it’s also fraught with a heavy history of “conquest” and distruction. I hope I managed to capture that here. Also for a time vegitable gardens were banned in certain towns, which is an utter fucking travesty.
One Week
The rain and fallen fruit wash sun dirt tracts from my lips, from cheeks where baked-in heat and window down drives the swamp sunk madness dug its nails deep in Here the mangroves are grown in blood and they howl at night just to whisper in the morning this white shelled land perfect sea-grape leaves give shade but no relief Once it tore easy through soft night, spear tail ends and flash of green Gods I waited for another to lay tracks like Meteor sprouts the night grows warm again.
THE DANCING LIZARD// FLORIDA // SUMMER 2020
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