An Array of Utopian Flowers
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Coming in Fall 2022 – The Fifth Fedora Anthology
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Detroit Hives: Honey Bee Farms as Urban Revitalization
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Indigenous Regeneration: Remembering the Past to Inspire the Future
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Indigenous Peoples of Mexico Unite Against Corporate Mega-Projects
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The Right to Repair Your Devices & the Corporate Stranglehold
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WilderUtopia in 102 Languages
Daily Dose of the Wild
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‘Medicine Walk’ Featured in SBLitJo
Santa Barbara Literary Journal released ‘Bellatrix: Volume 3’ in June 2019, which among adventurous fiction, poetry, essays, and lyrics, features an excerpt of Jack Eidt’s psychic-animism fiction, Medicine Walk. Buy the book!
dirty realism Archive
Bukowski’s ‘Born Into This’ – Treachery, Hatred, Violence, Absurdity
Posted on June 29, 2017 | 2 CommentsThe documentary, 'Bukowski: Born into This' rehashes stories of the inimitable misanthrope, poet, and author Charles Bukowski. Post features the poem, 'Dinosauria, we.'Henry Miller’s Free Association into the Surreal
Posted on May 19, 2013 | 2 CommentsIn 1934, Henry Miller, then aged forty-two and living in Paris, published his first book. In 1961, finally distributed in his native land the book promptly became a best-seller and a cause célèbre. By now, the "controversies" dominate his legacy, including issues of censorship, obscenity, misogyny and anti-Semitism, clouding the import of Henry Miller's words. "Tropic of Cancer" broke literary ground, mixing novelistic forms with autobiography, social criticism, philosophical reflection, and surrealist free association.Dirty Realism: The Anti-Social Satire of Charles Bukowski
Posted on August 18, 2012 | 4 CommentsI go outside - and all up and down the street - the green armies shoot color - like an everlasting 4th of July, - and I too seem to swell inside, - a kind of unknown bursting, - a feeling, perhaps, that there isn't any - enemy - anywhere