From a place of peace / the now radical act of tenderness / refuses to reduce itself / to wordy explanations.

An excerpt from A Demonology of Desires: The Rejected Dissertation of the Notoriously Disgraced Folklorist Joseph Geistberg, by Joe Grim Feinberg

If our time at the beach is primarily understood as rest and relaxation, if it is a way of escaping the urban suffering that accompanies our days, then we are clearly the descendants of those who fled the factory for the beach some two hundred years ago.

New editions of popular ecological titles from renowned political theorist, award-winning author, and druid John Michael Greer

We all emerge from the same material, if only the soil of the earth, and so we are all composed of the body and of that god.

Ableism doesn’t only affect disabled people but affects everyone: we are all being judged on our ability/inability to be a good productive and obedient worker for the capitalists/fascists.

“Don’t Tread On the Grass…” A poem to celebrate the release of Philip Kane’s book, The Decipherment of Nature

What if the anthems we orchestrate to lead us out of the echo chamber of our times are ensuring our permanent residence there?

Fascism can no longer be considered "a detail of history" that World War Two consigned.

A new esoteric novel from Sphinx and Sul Books

You can’t use capitalist methods to provide free or accessible public services.

Folklore connects us to one another and to the land where we find ourselves, but they also allow us to access the knowledge of those who came before.

A poem from Hunter Bloodmoon's just-released book, An Autopsy

An astounding collection of poems from Philip Kane

“spells of contagious self-reclamation…”

“… to borrow the phrase my friend Alley Valkyrie is fond of using about every apparent “contradiction” within liberal democracy: “it’s not a bug — it’s a feature.” In other words, the problems that seem to keep the capitalist liberal order from making good on its claims can never be resolved, because it needs to create them in order to exist.”

What I'm inviting is for us to take our psyches and our power back from derangement and doom.

It’s not late, but the gloom of the late afternoon deepens. The morning star, or rather the evening star, Venus, is like a diamond shining bright, rising in the deepening darkness of the sky, even as the horizon is splashed with a fabulous orange light.