Writings

Children of Fire: A Metaphysics of Despair – by Pierce Skinner (AKA Yours For Wild Nature)

The reason the mass of men fear God, and at bottom dislike Him, is because they rather distrust his heart, and fancy him all brain like a watch. This is not a very fashionable thing, I am told, for an educated anarchist to believe, or at the very least to profess. Nonetheless. I tried my…

The Ventilation System – by Joadanus Olivas

Here in California inside most prison cells right above the sink is a ventilation system that us prisoners label a “vent”. In this vent is our lifeline for communication with the neighboring cells housing other prisoners. Through this vent we can talk to others and pass along needed information. We speak through these vents to…

Poems by Champagne Song, September 2027

“Judge Pittman’s One Man Show” First he dumped the jury pool with the clever use of the first ever mistrial by T-shirt.The remarkable solo act continued with his takeover performance of jury selection.He played both the prosecution and the defense.He asked all the questions; the ones he saw fit.And of course, no Black people could…

In Crafting Lais – by Benjamin Song

There was white. All around. There was a sense of being enclosed. There was a sense of senses. Indistinct. Bright, cold, dry. There was a lack of focus, but everything was sharp. There were thoughts, but they did not align. A sense that a heartbeat should be racing, everything was still. The sense that there…

A Glutton for Punishment – by Joey Higgins

A Glutton for Punishment by Joey Higgins Crime and punishment are big business. The incarcerated have become commodities traded between various government and private entities. It costs around $45,000 a year to house one federal inmate. The facility I am in holds around 1200. That’s $54,000,000. So lets multiply that by a 10 year sentence…

Message from Comrade Z, August 2026

ABC NO RIO has been instrumental in assisting a Comrade in Need,together with Mongoosedistro they have brought a ton of joy to my heart ,and I am truly grateful to all who attended the event and supported us behind the wire in the trenches. Let me say that,things have only been as good as they…

The Runners (or How to Make a Dream Come True) – by Benjamin Song

This bright and dusty city is divided by walls and chain link fences. Down below me, a small protest march approaches. They are walking up thru a series of narrow chain link covered paths, barely wide enough for 3 or 4 people to pass, connecting wider chain liked plazas that maybe a few hundred people…

More Poetry by Benjamin Song, Summer 2026

Poems by Benjamin Song “A Day Without Water” The bathtub still drips a little The faucet hangs open Pot slowly filling by drops The stagnant air is hot and musty The more you lay still The fewer calories you lose Not moving makes you less hungry You feel the hunger less, the less you move…

Benjamin Song’s Statement Upon Sentencing

Here is the statement  Benjamin Song prepared to give at Tuesday’s sentencing hearing. He was able to read most of it despite numerous adversarial interruptions by Judge Mark Pittman: I don’t hate. I don’t hate anyone. I don’t hate cops. I don’t hate Trump. I don’t hate Nazis. My beliefs are composed thus: First, that we should…

Co/Flies, vol. 1 – by Hazzard Fish