The Rogue Writers Journal
After a couple of years of production exclusively via paper, nine writers have assembled online to observe, critique, analyze, imagine, stew, stir, and spew their way through the post-industrial-pre-collapse age.
Read onwards to explore our nine columns. We have new content every week. You can also sign up for our substack to have a weekly column delivered on a silver platter to your email’s inbox.
Dust On My Boots: Well worn boots tramp down from the mountain to wipe their soles on the age of modernity.
Sacred Roots: A deep dive into ethnobotany and entheogens. Heroic and wizard dosages only.
Arachnid Archives: A steamy teapot full of extraterrestrial, terroidal imagination experimentia.
Bookstore Creep: When the walls of bookstores talk, we read.
Peinando Plumas (Brushing Feathers): Tail feathers falling on to the cannabis workers in North America.
Underground Farmer: A handful of dirt from underground farmers & mycologists.
The New Italian Weird: A fringe immersion into contemporary Italian literature.
Passing Through: Modern cult communities observed through the eyes of a passer-by.
The Mad Erosophical Sage: The best broth comes from wisdom teeth.
Bookstore Creep: Alien Daughters from Word Virus
I left the extremely personal and magical way of writing behind at some point, but I remember it.
Roadkill Bender: 1
A selection from an upcoming novel, "Roadkill Bender". This section finds Shitbird and Piere grappling with their collective death wish.
Peinando Plumas: Dama de la Noche
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.
Brushing Feathers: Queen Of The Night
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.
Wolves Within (A Mythic Remembrance of a Holocaust Sexworker)
Chapter 1: The Bergemeister's hand dripped blood onto the wooden chest…
Dust On My Boots Part 3: Findin’ Ed Abbey by Nazel Pickens
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.
Passing Through: Sharpening Stone
Primitive Skills Gatherings: Luddite Cult or Regenerative Revolutionaries?
The Mad Erosophical Sage: Whirling Words Beyond Words
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.
Sacred Roots #2: Acacia (aka Jurema)
Tracing Entheogenic Traditions and Ethnobotanical Wisdom.
Bookstore Creep : Hikuri from Mother Foucault
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.
Arachnid Archives: Chapter 2
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.
Dust On My Boots: That’ll Be Cash On The Barrelhead by Nazel Pickens
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.
Brushing Feathers: Letters to a human (Part II)
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.
Peinando Plumas: Cartas a unx Humanx (Parte II)
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.
Passing Through: The Big Greazy
The Rev and Jed Ki take typewriters to the Big Easy with troubadour-bardic gonzo style.
The Mad Erosophical Sage: Erosophy: A Way of Knowledge
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.