hey there - welcome to our summer zine. this zine is filled with heartfelt words and charming photos that take you to your summer place. they take me there too.
for me, summer has always been a lot more than a time frame. summer becomes a state of mind and feeling. you know that
feeling you get at night when itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s warm out and you can walk around barefoot in your shorts and you just know that anything
is possible? you get kind of a nervous-but-exciting-uncertain feeling? thatâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s summer to me.
i not only enjoyed looking at all of the pieces that put this together, but i also thoroughly enjoyed hearing your summer
tales some of you shared as well. thank you for letting me take a peek inside your summer.
and thanks for making this all possible. i am really blown away by some of these submissions. luna has found a receptive and
creative audience and iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;m really grateful for that. please keep capturing the beauty around you and those moments that give you butterflies. and other times, just sit back and take it all in.
Cover Photo By Sierra Pauley / Minneapolis | Background Photo By Giada Caprani / Dublin
Julia Godfrey / Ireland
Aoife Cawley / Limerick
I am a writer left speechless – my head empty,
my heart aching.
I can’t form thoughts of losing you. losing time, losing hope.
My thoughts are empty promises to myself
One’s that will guide me on this path without you One’s I hope will get me through.
You have rendered me speechless,
not many can do – yet you have managed to take all the words from my brain except the ones laid out today.
-Emily Craig / Athens
Grace Gordon / Chapel Hill
The Golden Hour Posing in the light of the golden hour
towards the sky like a blooming flower
she blows a sweet honey kiss to the lens staring at the shiny glowing of her skin.
Sun-drenched Angel strolling across the thirsty city sucking the juice from an orange
her feathers delicately picked and peeled
under the fresh shade of a tree to keep cool... Sweaty boys on Sunset
Strip off their clothes.
Within you the golden light remains when you set the bed in flames
and you light up the dance floor through the heat of the night. The only time of year you burn out
like a movie star.
- IvĂĄn SalĂ / Panorama City
Photo By Baye Robello / Minneapolis
la mer green and red stripes wrapped around my toes buried by sand another busy man in constant demand so what is the plan yeah what is the goal how do you plot a map when you donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t know the roads i know the water is cold but that wonâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t stop me honestly nothing can stop me except me Iâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;m the hard copy -elais
Nikoli Partiyeli / Los Angeles
An Untold story The hot humid air creates a nice slick line of sweat along my body.
You come in, demanding that this is your home, When last summer you gave up our home
You come and go not once, twice but three times Always demanding that this is your home too. I donâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t know what you do or where you go. All I ever see is you driving away
Sometimes I wonder if the road has become your home, Your solace, your crutch.
The ignorance that lies with in you
Prevents you from ever recognizing your faulty. And for each summer I take in with grace,
For as long as the sun rises and the breeze blows I know I will be okay without you.
-Kimberly Willie / Atlanta
Giada Caprani / Dublin
summertime sentiments these summers feel so new. maybe itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s the humid air sticking to my skin,
perhaps the rose colored heat permeating the atmosphere.
this time i see things differently, because i have evolved, wiser.
june through august i watch my branches grow,
while palm fronds bend over me in california.
this season used to be empty hours,
filled with time, space, and flowers, old photographs that illuminate the light before me.
blue moon ice cream in a cone tastes like breezy nights in the front yard, wind chimes,
catching fireflies with you.
i feel the bittersweet nature of nostalgia. i feel the weight of growing older, but the elevation of it too.
summer, what a time to bloom.
-Justine Hooks / Los Angeles
Giada Caprani / Dublin
the summer where i learned how to fly tie a string around my wrist tight (not too tight) slice my palm
squeeze a lime in the cut
take the string
between your teeth pull me- a dog
on a leash into the sound, goddamn sky. kiss me i want to float, rip my eyelash
yank it- make a wish i hope to never feel the earth beneath my feet again.
-Sara Sturek / New York
Elizabeth Cowan / Atlanta
summer seasonal depression, to me, looks like green tress and blooming flowers, warm
mornings in the park and even
warmer nights where i struggle to sleep because of the heat; i miss the grey mornings in
october and hearing the fallen leaves under my shoes. trying
to match summerâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s aura while
feeling like november rain only
reminds me how unhappy i am.
-Charissa Marie Love / Los Angeles
Jasmine Benedict / London
Connor Wilson / Los Angeles
Reese Brucker / Los Angeles
Ursula Bowling / Los Angeles
Nando Espinosa Herrera / Chicago
Kimberly Maltez / Sunland
Allegra Samsen / New York
Sierra Pauley / Minneapolis
6:05 Songbirds break the deafening silence
Of morning, as golden rays cascade through half-open blinds.
Their warmth engulfs my head, slowly sprawling its way down to my toes.
Clutching the soft, silk sheets, my hand once again comes in contact with
That bone-chilling cool, that it missed so much. The prickle of stubble grates against my shoulder, goosebumps shooting down my spine.
A stark, bitter smell of responsibility swarms the room, From that acidic cup of coffee beside him, Beckoning my lips to the rim.
The gravity of his arm draping over my waist swallows Me, further in the sheets, heavier and heavier. Until I am consumed by the haze of 6 am,
Eyes drifting in and out of heaven. Shifting my subconscious, the blaring of 6:05 Musters my body out of bed, while
The murmur of deep breathing drifts him Away from morning light and reality, Back into the delusion of dreams.
-Victoria Houben / Los Angeles
Claudina Diego / Barcelona
Psetta / Los Angeles
Meira Bashir / Salt Lake City
What the Sun Will Show For years, I followed a shadow It guided me along this path Through stone and ice So, I will thank it But as of recent
I can’t stand to look at my feet
Religiously I danced their rhythm But the tune has grown deaf As a result
I looked up
To see what made my shadow And was blinded
For so long, it was March
But little did I know it was August Frightened, I ran Then jogged
Soon strolled Last stopped
The sun was warm
And that’s when I knew I must walk
Because the sun showed
That my feet can follow me
-Patrick Cao / East Rutherford
Tommy Sussex / London
Jonathan Roensch / Eugene
Tommy Sussex / London
Self-Portrait, Drenched in Sweat I curl my lips around the sun
and bite down, let the light coat my teeth like mango film.
This is how I learnt summer, lingering hot on my breath.
I am a girl of all bone, all crunch.
All split lip and musk and midsummer
freckle. I push melted tar between my toes and yell. Some summers I look in the mirror and don’t recognize the girl looking back.
I sit in the backseat of a friends Lincoln limbs singing to the rattle of the bass.
I tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue. I am still learning how to wear Hawaiian t-shirts—
how to breathe without forgetting which body I’m in.
- Mackenzie Cook / Cypress
Maggie Geis / Victoria
Ruth Downey / Dublin
Yaemi Matias / Miami
Commuter they pull up in outmoded vehicles and sunglasses and I know it’s my time to sunshine and humidity uncovers the bellybutton ring she didn’t have last year and stretch marks the end of isolation you can barely hear our laughter over the fireworks as we dive into the local swimming hole in my heart is once again filled with bodies and love and we splash and play and they tell stories of friends I’ve never met and places I’ve never been, but it’s okay because our favorite pizza parlor hasn’t been this busy since they abandoned houses are the best place to take Polaroids, we discover, and then before we know it the bells ring the sunburn sets and I am alone again
- Caitlyn Conville / Secaucus
Huy Dinh / San Jose
Yaemi Matias / Miami
THE LUNA COLLECTIVE â&#x201E;¢ 2019