“Antifascist metal is the most dangerous kind there is, because it holds the revolutionary potential to enact actual change, to challenge oppressive structures and systems of power, and to provide marginalized people with the support and space they need to become more involved with a scene that desperately needs their perspectives.”Read More
by Ridwan Tijani
I sing Won Kere Si Number Wa in three voices. Fatai rolling dollar / a philosopher of the transcendental lyric / a man with gastric problems & whenever I’m bloated, I think of him.Read More
by Michael Malloy
Part VI: Finding Our Phones Again
When we talk about the future today, we envision the valleys and peaks of the modern world in sharp relief. Our flirtation with inadvertent self-extinction through climate collapse brings to some despair, to others a perverse and nihilistic joy. Still others reject in principle that the danger is real.Read More
by Makalani Bandele
take a feeling
black people ain’t really felt in 600 years,
but, sing liberty.
by Nomax Jodevaski
Isn’t this like an empire or something?
What’s that mean if you can’t kill whoever
by Tyler Walicek
This article appears in our first print issue, Pattern Machines.
I have been swept up in many addictions over the course of my life, as we all have in one way or another. Yet few have been as insidious and bewildering as my entanglement in the compulsive loops that drive the modern Internet.Read More
by Prince Bush
The Asian Sheepshead Wrasse wakes
As a woman, rested as a man.
Fish are fanatical in their fervor for
by Miles Klee and Madeline Gobbo
The man under the bed held his breath. The opening wasn’t wide enough for a body, but it looked like an escape. The man hadn’t heard the alarm in time to make his. The wobbly electric sobs made him want to call his mother. He would be late for their appointment, but he’d never intended to go.Read More
by Dakotah Jennifer
I am painfully aware of how alive I am… or am not. I am painfully aware of things ending & beginning. I am painfully aware of tiptoeing down the hall at night. There is no hall. There is no night.Read More
Part V: Keeping the Lights On
by Michael Malloy
I’m getting tired of using the word “technology” in this series. It feels so vaguely retrospective, like I’m referring to some historical phenomenon, and not, for instance, the laptop I’m writing on right now.Read More