The first one of these disastrous monstrosities [ICE’s new “detention centers”] is FCI Dublin. FCI Dublin is a notorious women’s federal prison recently shut down (last year) after an FBI raid. In which many staff were arrested for raping and abusing the female inmates. This raid came after 60+ lawsuits pending against the FBOP on… Continue reading The slack door
Art book flip through
This drawing is from my homie JG, someone who would love some letters/support. The state has hit him with 8 grand in fines! He’s a good dude and my homie, slowly politicizing him! He’d love zines and books that are radical, too. He’s also interested in selling his art if someone wants it. From JG:… Continue reading Art book flip through
On the here and now, and trying
It IS happening HERE and NOW. Clear and present danger. I remember years ago, during China’s student protests, I reference this picture a lot: “Hear us now or be us later.” We were deaf then. We adapted some tactics, but the masses were deaf then. It goes back farther, much farther than that; though we’re… Continue reading On the here and now, and trying
Poetry round up – 6/2/25
IMU IMU just another side of the SHU as far as the dark side of the moon silent too segregation — torture abuse mental degradation hatred infused it’s what they do resistance seems moot what’s the use? — RESISTANCE see it’s ESSENCE it’s core to our belief in the struggle to be free no matter… Continue reading Poetry round up – 6/2/25
June 11
A June 11th gift from Malik. In his words: “Remember this, resistance is essence, always resist, always try. Love and solidarity.”
Poems for Gaza
Genocide is no accident International aid shouldn’t be this hazardous Medics, doctors, ambulance crews, firemen, hospitals, even bombing schools Disastrous Your excuse “A professional misstep” Not even an apology that’s long overdue Nothing much a sorry could do But the gall to wave it off with an excuse Madness Know this, we’ll not pity you… Continue reading Poems for Gaza
The crushing truth of our state of decay
When I was young, I had a neighbor with a Midwest, above ground pool. It was amazing, not one like it to be found, and huge, “very bigley,” as our oppressor says. Perhaps I was small, and the world and everything in it felt large. I don’t know. What I do know, though, is that… Continue reading The crushing truth of our state of decay