Two Reviews of “Rebellious Mourning: The Collective Work of Grief”
Rebellious Mourning: The Collective Work of Grief, edited by Cindy Milstein (AK Press, 2017) *** Reviewed by Nadia de Vries, Mortality 24, no. 1 (2019): 116. How do we navigate the … Continue reading
Ghost Stories: Rock, Paper, Ashes
Note: This piece originally appeared in my edited anthology Rebellious Mourning: The Collective Work of Grief, published in fall 2017 by AK Press. I encourage you to get and read … Continue reading
Call for Anthology Submissions: There Is Nothing So Whole as a Broken Heart: Mending the World as Jewish Anarchists
Edited by Cindy Milstein “On nights like these when the moon’s face is obscured by darkness, much is illuminated: the stars dance a dance over six thousand years old, and … Continue reading
Mutual Fire Brigade
In mid-November 2018, smoke from the hellfires of so-called California drifted to my home base, so-called Michigan, as humans and nonhumans on the West Coast struggled to breath, struggled not … Continue reading
RevLeftRadio Interview: Grief, Death, and Communal Resistance
About a month ago, Breht with Revolutionary Left Radio interviewed me, and below you’ll find the edited result of our conversation, along with some links that Breht kindly included when … Continue reading
Prologue to “Paths toward Utopia”
[Note: The essay below was written by me as a prologue for the picture-essay book Paths toward Utopia: Graphic Explorations of Everyday Anarchism (PM Press, 2012), a collaborative project between myself and … Continue reading
Our Grief Is a Starting Point in the Fight against Fascism
The following essay appeared on Truthout on November 6, 2018, at https://truthout.org/articles/our-grief-is-a-starting-point-in-the-fight-against-fascism/. * * * Daily, and sometimes hourly, we are assaulted by the latest losses. It isn’t simply that time … Continue reading
What Did You See in the Flames of Notre-Dame?
Certain images become Rorschach tests. They capture what’s on the minds of society at a particular juncture in human history. Especially if we’re honest about what we see and feel … Continue reading
Neither Day Nor Night, Hope Nor Despair
Yesterday I looked up, out from under the bundle of winter-clothing layers that cuts one off from the world, raising my eyes from constantly surveying the ice-bound sidewalks to find … Continue reading
