roses are black, flags are red our chains are fragile when our communities are fed
Author: cybele
(Re)Growing Communal Life [Introduction]
regrowing communal life – part 1 (bifold zine) (Re)Growing Communal Life: Preparing the Soil for Revolution by Cybele Introduction “Nature is an elastic wall that multiplies the velocity of the stones we throw at it. Death doesn’t bounce back in the same proportion, but rather enforced. There is a war between the system and nature. […]
eternal kaleidoscopic flowers
AN: hey this one’s kinda old and i salvaged parts of it in other essays but for archival purposes here it is Love anathema, waste abound, the parasitic machine bleeding its vile sludge into the once clear rivers of the world, the plague of hierarchy seeps into every pore of this planet and all its […]
prelude to equinoctial revelry
what the hell? this is what we utter to ourselves when we indulge in a pleasure in spite of a distinct voice in our psyche telling us we should not. discard that voice. it does no service to you. for it is the voice of hierarchy; an oppressive, nagging voice so deeply embedded in our […]
i was born at night
what a lovely gift to be awakened in this overdrawn night of rotting illusions – to be entrusted with arousing our sleeping star’s ascent. my birth certificate says i was born a leafling on an intrepid branch under a feral star at 11:02 p.m. and with you all, my friends, through the gloom and the […]
fluorescences
in her boundless luminosity, she waits with restless, lustful energy gazing at the cosmic egg, pale dot with waves in sleepless tension soon, the implicit will be stated – the forms that could receive her gift, impassioned beings of transgressive desire, the sun’s defiant missives of light, dogged little fluorescences scattering out into the infinite […]
bandage
wearing thin and soaked in blood, the bandage on my wound must be replaced. it was never enough yet the loop recurs once more, for the illusion of treatment is all i’ve ever had and all that’s in reach. tearing it off, i turn away from my infected trauma, the layered acerbic lacerations, and repeat […]
locked groove
displaced again from the dais by the murk of hollow monotony, out of step with the rhythm of the earth, severed from the underground wire connecting all to all, the locked groove repeats. the clock reads 4:16am, buried in ice six inches out of reach. alone i lurch toward nowhere, a solipsistic spark too dampened […]
fire T.V. / ascending downwards / a cause for celebration
drawn like a moth to fire T.V. an earthly voyeur, i play with myself getting off on life sensing, being, glowing, finally, ejaculating onto the forest floor – auto-cumplay. a spark has pulsated, the Earth has gained an orgasm. this is a cause for celebration! sipping yesterday’s cowboy coffee, sore and spiderbitten, drenched in each […]
dark matter reverie
we are drawn from the same anomalous color erupting from the depths of the breathing & seething earth. do you sense something salacious looming in the ether? let’s breathe it in, and unfold something aberrant let’s deviate, amorate, elaborate, and make new shapes which transgress the rigid taxonomy – let us become undefined, imaginary, not […]