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UNCOVER.

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RECOVER.

  • title: project dove.
  • status: first draft completed ( august 8th ).
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none of my short stories nor poems, featured in literary magazines and found on the ‘works’ tab, can be reprinted without my permission.

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blueflirr said,

Do you have recommendations for books on Jewish anarchism? Pretty please?

saintmelangell:

general literature

memoirs, biography, and primary sources

articles

  • ‘principled diasporism’: folkists, zionists, and the meaning of doikayt by michael casper (this one is hard to find- i can supply a pdf)
  • “the other invisible hand: jews and anarchists in london before the first world war” by paul knepper (2008)
  • “zionism and its jewish 'assimilationist’ critics (1897-1948)” by robert s. wistrich
  • “from diaspora natioalism to radical diasporism” by allan arkush
  • “the bund abroad in the postwar jewish world” by david slucki
  • “the invitation of doikayt: mystical anarchism and the jewish left” by andy izenson
  • “retrieving tradition? the secular-religious ambiguity in nineteenth century german-jewish anarchism by carolin kosuch in the book negotiating the secular and the religious in the german empire

this by no means comprehensive, in part because my scholarship on the subject focuses on british and american contexts; this is compiled from the work i have in my own library. bold/italic marks a work i especially like, is especially important, or that makes a good introduction to the topic.

leejungjaes:

president zelenskyy is a stronger man than me because if two ignorant and deluded men like trump and vance started demanding i say please and thank you and calling me disrespectful like im a naughty child instead of a very traumatised and frustrated man trying to save his country from putin id have put them both in the ground with a single fucking punch

ferrettaur:

So like an hour ago I just lear🪨︵︵ned that— what the fuck was that. Someone just skipped a rock across my post did you see that

kikmessenger:

kikmessenger:

sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully

skips a stone over a few posts

satyriconmp3:

heart shapes month started guys omg happy heart shapes month

bakwaaas:

no offence but I hate when people my age start projecting their own fears and ideas about aging and youth onto me. girl sorry but I’m young and beautiful if you think women in their late 20s onwards are worthless old hags who have run out of time that’s a personal problem

shamebats:

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Join me on my journey to finally unbalance my hormones, toxify my body, boost my inflammation, maximize my cortisol and absolutely destroy my gut health.

ur-daily-inspiration:

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letterpress postcards by Pottering Cat, Japan

raspberryripley:

holybeings:

an ornithologist pointed a microphone at a bird sitting alone on a wire and caught the sound of the bird singing a song at a decibel so low that it would be impossible for another bird to hear it, meaning the bird was singing quietly to itself I love life

A screenshot from Wikipedia, which says: "during the northern winter, blackbirds can be heard quietly singing to themselves."ALT
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In the Country of the Black Eagles
published inlast leaves magazine
year2023
typepoetry
Everything is about honour — except honour, which is about shame.
Aubade to the Unmarked Mound
published inlast leaves magazine
year2023
typepoetry
There were so many things you weren't able to tell me. I sink beneath the water in the marble tub, I wander.
Anecdote to the Pine Mother
published incafe lit's evergreen anthology
year2022
typeshort story
Woman-Walks-Ahead takes Black-Wolf-Stalking on a walk this morning. Crisp morning, clear winter's morning...
Your Shadow Twice as Long
published inboats against the current
year2022
typepoetry
You scrape your fingers against the glass. A dull hope flickering within your ribcage,
When You Went, I Followed After
published inlavender bones magazine
year2022
typepoetry
You scrape your fingers against the glass. A dull hope flickering within your ribcage,
Ceremony of the Cold Moon Month
published inyuzu press literary magazine
year2022
typeflash fiction
Woman-Walks-Ahead spends time with her horse on a fog-drenched morning. Only woman. Only horse.
Soundscape of the Last Night in June
published inalternate route zine
year2022
typepoetry
To have a memory, there must be a cue —
Black Obsidian
published insunthia magazine
year2022
typepoetry
Black obsidian, namesake of smoke, preservation of ancestors,
Morning Chores
published inlast leaves magazine
year2022
typepoetry
I ran out of shampoo that afternoon.
Spirit Money
published inlast leaves magazine
year2022
typepoetry
A bed of loose hair
Mourning Chores
published inlast leaves magazine
year2022
typepoetry
The prints of hands upon the mud as such;
Guri i Rëndë Në Vend Të Vet
published inlast leaves magazine
year2022
typepoetry
Black ink weeps from the pen's fountain,
Sacred Spaces #2
published inpatchwork folklore journal
year2022
typeflash fiction
You ask him, what does it mean to save face? He tells you, it means you betray your spirit.
Detail of the Dark Thing Being Loved
published inemerge literary journal
year2022
typepoetry
Something shaped like you spilled its secrets on the kitchen table,
The Three Drink Ritual
published inemerge literary journal
year2022
typepoetry
I sit at the bar. Three drinks in. Rum & Coke — Coke & rum — rum.
The Longing, The Return
published inaôthen magazine
year2022
typeflash fiction
Broken wings on the backs of two broken men. The world of the mortals has gnashed its teeth against their insides,
Visions in the Valley
published inblack stone/white stone mag
year2022
typepoetry
You had a vision, scattered, bones dried across the desert,
i take communion from god's mouth
published inbrave voices magazine
year2022
typepoetry
i search for God in the mouth of the soil
Qyqe Besnike/Unfaithful Cuckoo
published inamphora literary magazine
year2022
typepoetry
That afternoon, singular cuckoo eating caterpillars covered in bristles.
Corn Medicine
published inayaskala literary magazine
year2022
typeflash fiction
Grandmother Corntassel, Indian woman who wears beads formed from glass, delicate drops of colour dripping from the lobes of her ears,
Talking Static #1
published intypeslash review
year2022
typeflash fiction
My hands take up too much space. Her body, she says it takes up too much space.