What are you listening to? August 2017.
Music has always been a solitary affair for me. I rarely talk to other people about what I enjoy because it tends to be ephemeral,… Read More »What are you listening to? August 2017.
Music has always been a solitary affair for me. I rarely talk to other people about what I enjoy because it tends to be ephemeral,… Read More »What are you listening to? August 2017.
Some of you may have noticed that there are calls for a general strike in the United States. I’ve seen a few dates floating around… Read More »What is a general strike and why should I participate?
It’s after 5 o’clock on a Wednesday morning and the first hints of morning twilight are opening the edges of darkness. I’m falling in and… Read More »Laboring for light
In the days, months and years ahead, life for many of us promises to become increasingly uncomfortable in the United States. Under the direction of… Read More »Why we need dissident poets and artists
The God moves through the grassland, with steady, intestinal intent, mountains move largely unseen. I have three shards of glass criss-crossed on the sucking mud,… Read More »The God moves through the grassland
So this was featured on CNN’s website this afternoon and everything about it is how you don’t do journalism. If you’re giving someone who simply… Read More »TFW you’re newsing wrong but you’re too hooked on page views to GAF
This originally started as a Facebook post but in the light of day, it holds up for me enough to share on my blog. Of… Read More »A spell before darkest night
This morning, in a fog of confusion, sleeplessness and anger, I went to my altar. I do this every day. I speak with my gods. And… Read More »Remember – you are luminous, you are a witch!
Let me share this with you: "Rope. Tree. Journalist." shirt spotted at @realDonaldTrump rally in MN _ Reuters photo by Jonathan Ernst pic.twitter.com/1VTkYPOOVo — Michael… Read More »Rope. Tree. Journalist.
I wanted to take a moment to wish everyone a blessed Samhain today. May your ancestors, be they of the line of blood, creative, spiritual,… Read More »Blessed Samhain
Nothing left of me but a shadow, you can take my body, my family, my heart, my empathy, dreams and goals, possessions and money, identity,… Read More »Baneful magick’s soft release
The last trance hit like a drop of liquid lysergic and then flaked away. But not before the pollinators dropped, dead flowers at their feet… Read More »A panic attack happens on a Tuesday night