I left the extremely personal and magical way of writing behind at some point, but I remember it.

A selection from an upcoming novel, "Roadkill Bender". This section finds Shitbird and Piere grappling with their collective death wish.

Hoy quiero contar cómo la vida me ofreció una de sus repeticiones. Esta vez en forma de amistad y en la West Coast de los Estados Unidos, Oregon. Y cómo de allí brotó una flor de Dama de la Noche, que aunque la flor no se vea, su aroma hace del camino nocturno, un paseo más dulce.

Today I want to tell how life offered me one of its repetitions. This time in the form of friendship and on the West Coast of the United States, Oregon. And how from there sprouted a Queen of the Night flower, that although the flower is not seen, its aroma makes the night walk, a sweeter walk.

Chapter 1: The Bergemeister's hand dripped blood onto the wooden chest…

Alive with the Glory of Mycelium

I was about to embark on a mission, one that would take me to unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territories. I needed to go find Ed Abbey.

Primitive Skills Gatherings: Luddite Cult or Regenerative Revolutionaries?

Words dancing beyond reason, with no fear of nonsense, a sensuous speech that yet flows beyond the senses, flowering in the fertile soils of imagination. This is the speech, the expression, I desire, an outflow, a flooding filled with magic, with poetry, with beauty, with violence, with humor, a godless glossolalia filled with meanings that cannot be reduced to dogmas or reasons.

Tracing Entheogenic Traditions and Ethnobotanical Wisdom.

An extract from a novel about rave culture

This is a poem that floated through the shifting winds of recent eras. Written first in the mind, then on leaves of paper in 1978, and finally printed in book-form in 1987. It only drifted over the border, in its English form, in 2020.

Our tale picks up at the Soothsayer’s caves…Midnight tinted waters adorned by groups of illuminated jellyfish rippling to the rhythms of the dense kelp forest.

I need to go into town today to pick up some vitals... and I hate leaving here. It always feels like a risk not really worth taking... I treat town-runs as plotted missions, and I gotta go on one.

• Layers of understanding: Soil and Biological Inputs

With these two books I confirmed my suspicion and what I am going to try to do now is to start a dialogue with the Israeli rhetoric (so common in mainstream media in the West) applying the history and perspective of the Palestinians, because if we want to reach peace, we have to listen to the voices of the other and start an exercise of empathy, which is about time to be addressed.

Con estos dos libros confirmé la sospecha y lo que voy a intentar hacer ahora es empezar un diálogo con la narrativa israelí (tan común en medios de comunicación mainstream en Occidente), aplicando la historia y la perspectiva de lxs Palestinxs, pues si se quiere llegar a la paz, no queda otra que escuchar las voces del otro y empezar un ejercicio de empatía, que estaría bien abordar.

The Rev and Jed Ki take typewriters to the Big Easy with troubadour-bardic gonzo style.

Philosophers have pursued wisdom Platonically, as an escape from flesh and Earth, as a pursuit of an abstract One that both explains and negates all. I choose to pursue wisdom erotically, as an immersion into flesh and Earth in the pursuit of pleasure and beauty, wonder and play, in which I may lose my self.

Tracing Entheogenic Traditions and Ethnobotanical Wisdom.