a poem from Twm Gwynne

“I truly believe we, especially those of us who consider ourselves witches and occultists, have the power to create our own communities, ones based on mutual trust, aid and respect. Solidarity, if you will.”

April was Indigenous Month in Brazil. This article reports on the Leadership of Indigenous Women conference in Salvador, and explores the personal and communal journey of indigenous women through generations.

“The government shredded landing cards and other documents that would have outright proven these people’s right to stay. These folks, mostly the children of the Windrush generation, are and always have been British citizens, heck, the passport my father came over with even says British Passport on the cover!”

Winnie Mandela passed away April 2nd, 2018. Here is a note, and tribute, by the Pan-Africanist school in Brazil that was named after her.

Lorna Smithers follows her garbage from her bins to its destinations and uncovers how polluting chemical industries are profiting from the alchemy of waste.

"We [White people] have no sense of shared identity with our neighbors, and no sense of shared purpose. We have no notion that our wellbeing is tied up with that of the people we live next to or share a building with. It is the ultimate in alienation. So much else flows from that." (From Eli Sterling)

Another white man's story...

In my mind, the land, the earth cannot really be owned by anyone.

Fighting “against the genocide of black people, and its derivations, such as the prison enterprise which drives forward the process of African enslavement; outstanding in memory, history and in the bodies of black people in Brazil.”

From Eli Sterling

“When neoliberals ask for “diversity”, or more opportunities for the disenfranchised to franchise themselves, what they want is to hand out “white masks” to people of colour as if it’s charity.”

“We dream of space travel to distant planets, of the stars, all the while forgetting that the stuff that makes the stars, that makes the universe, makes us too.”

Death is not the enemy of life, but godlessness. The despair of humanity today is the product of centuries worth of both the denial of the spiritual life of the world and the suppression of the natural urge to reintegrate with that world.

A powerful and painful declaration of the reality of living with disability.

“I’m not really alone, that my solitary acts are not really solitary, not if they are practised by many, many others, each resisting in their own little way, doing what they can.”

A poem about (sub)urban youth, political carelessness, contradictions and the criminal justice system. (From Rex Butters)

The crust peels back and all-women are looking into a burning pit of rage…

Sophia Burns looks at gender roles on paper vs. in practice, and the division of labor underlying both.