samadhi kráp humanitymay never have had itfrom the beginning, dust on the mirrornever got swabbed, gnosticsnever climbed outof their ouroboros, and the tailjust waggedold Cerberus around the block. b
Liberation Now! (August 2026) from Meerkat Press Ask yourself: when everything and everyone around you has sold out to consumer society and is being held captive under the spell of the Subliminal Em
When everything descends into chaosThere is still a staunch Mister ToadHiding out and protectingA courtyard overgrown with tropical plants. He’s there in the moonlightHe’s there all nightThen at dawn
When I stumbled upon the “Negroes en U.S.A.” issue of Lunes de Revolución (Cuba, 1960), I thought it would be interesting to reflect back to those early years in the civil rights movement when the Cu
Cuando calienta el Sol lyrics Talya Ferro (Look at Me, 1968) listen: youtube When the sun is warm Yeah, on the beach I feel you near me It’s your face and your hair and your kisses I begin to… tremb
It’s a good thing that Michael Gonzalez reposts his terrific essays on modern Black authors every now and then. These originally appeared in a column called the BLACKLIST for Catapult Magazine. Ever
where did it all go wrong? John Sinclair died the week that I finished reading Agents of Chaos by Sean Howe. Sinclair was a minor character in that book, along with many of the rabble rousing altern
How did you come to be a cartoonist? Odd as it sounds, I had a crazy image of myself being a cartoonist when I was a kid. I imagined I would have this really cool lifestyle where I sit around a groovy