The Rogue Writers Journal
Nine writers have assembled online to observe, critique, analyze, imagine, stew, stir, and spew their way beyond the post-industrial-pre-collapse age.
Dust: Well worn boots tramp down from the mountain to wipe their soles on the age of modernity.
Mind: A deep dive into ethnobotany and entheogens. Heroic and wizard dosages only.
Fog: A steamy teapot full of extraterrestrial, terroidal imagination experimentia.
Paper: When the walls of book stores talk, we read their recommendations with mock & awe.
Air: Tail feathers falling on to the cannabis workers in North America.
Earth: A handful of dirt from underground farmers & mycologists.
Fire: A fringe immersion into contemporary Italian literature.
Kool-Aid: Modern Cult communities observed through the eyes of a passer-by.
Teeth: The best broth comes from wisdom teeth.
The Mad Erosophical Sage: Erosophy: A Way of Knowledge
Philosophers have pursued wisdom Platonically, as an escape from flesh and Earth, as a pursuit of an abstract One that both explains and negates all. I choose to pursue wisdom erotically, as an immersion into flesh and Earth in the pursuit of pleasure and beauty, wonder and play, in which I may lose my self.
Bookstore Creep: Love After the End from Belmont Books
As it says in the introduction, “we’ve hardened into bedrock-- see how our bodies dazzle in the light?” The authors look beyond the impending total oblivion to find love and hope.
Arachnid Archives Chapter 1
It is a shape changer, an animate vessel that breathes. The craft, known as Telaraña, Tela for short, sails at the hands of five DJs for it is fueled by music.
Dust On My Boots: You Can’t Zoom There From Here
I feel like a perpetual outsider in this world. Even in this dinky backwoods town, the alienated, post-modern, artificial, dysfunctional reality penetrates.
Underground Farmer: Cannabis culture through time and a calling for soil stewards
But I am seeking a more conscious way of growing.
Peinando plumas: Cartas a unx humanx (parte I)
En realidad, lo único que nos están pidiendo desde el 7 de Octubre es un poquito de compasión.
Brushing Feathers: A Letter To A Human (Part I)
In reality, the only thing they have been asking from us since October 7 is a little compassion.
Passing Through: Burning Man
The Dishonorable Reverend attends a muddy Burn to make sense out of a modern ritual.
Tales from the summer :IV: Albaniatek
As in to say, is the party larger than the sum of its parts?
Tales from the summer :III: Much Ado About Wooks
sweaty abyss of human cesspit blooms forth—
Tales from the summer :II: A Renegade World vs a ‘Happy’ Dicktatorship
what is wrong with Burning Man is us, the people that compose this microsociety.