This Season, a Liberated Future

It’s radical to see the pain in each other’s eyes, to see what haunts and keep loving anyway. If we could love each other better, my god would we be cured of every curse of shame? I think so. We are each other’s resilience. Sometimes compassion is the most radical act. Sometimes it is anger. I think I have felt most radical when I could be angry, and still maintain my tenderness. Still maintain that humanity is really good at heart. Believe that none of us are disposable. I will never throw you away. I don’t care what haunts you, I don’t care what they did to you or how far they convinced you that you were unworthy. We are each other’s belonging. We are the love that makes any of this worth it. Loving for some of us is a radical act. Reaching for connection the way our bodies ache for it, breaking down the lies they told us about ourselves- never stop. Please no matter what, be gentle with yourself. Even if they can’t see your magic, or they are afraid of it. We are the resilience. We are all the green of spring, every bud. This magic is ancient and true. We are the fight and the fury. Never stop fighting. I’m here for you if you’re here for me. Every second you gasp for air while you find your way through the world, I’m here gasping too. Fighting for every inch of joy. For every person who’s thrown me a lifeline: eternal thanks. For every person who refused to see the humanity in me, who hurt you so bad that you had to give me that pain? Stopping the trauma cycle is a radical act. Seeing each other through our sacred growth processes is a radical act. Knowing our boundaries and limits is a radical act that allows us to keep doing this healing work. We are the fabric woven of these threads: belonging, pain, resilience, breath. There’s a butterfly in my throat I didn’t mean to catch. They’ve nested there to remind me what it means to be light and magnificent. Sometimes winter makes people forget.

Solidarity, a poem

I need you to understand that I resent labels.I don’t think they represent anyone’s true soul.Instead they pick and pull apart the fabric of your narrative in order to create…

The Unemployed

God, give grace to the unemployed God save our weak, elderly and impotent masses. God, may you keep the power in the hands of the ones you have ordained…

Say Her Name

A hand– attachedto a body– holdsa heavy pen.The ink is blood and tears.The words written–are a lament.The words written–are a rage.The words written–are an oath, to never forget, to…

Time to Strike: Democratize the Board

…this university. The Museum of Natural and Cultural History faced a 17% cut; the Oregon Bach Festival a 25% cut; the Jordan Schnitzer Art Museum a 15% cut; and, most…

A Letter from the Editors

…more magazines locally, and to release issues more often. Though the new Insurgents will be shorter, we’re still committed to publishing plenty of art and submissions from our readers. We’re…

Insurgent Prisoner Mail Project

…transcribed, for their art to be uploaded and shared, or for additional newspapers. The Insurgent will need help processing and responding to these requests in the coming weeks. This project…

Judas and the Black Messiah

FILM REVIEW: When I heard that there was an Oscar-bait bio-pic coming out about Fred Hampton, the assassinated Chairman of the Illinois Black Panthers, I was of course skeptical….

Why you should take psychedelics with your political opponents…(maybe)

Like many stoners, when preparing for my psychedelic experiences I’ve always tried to surround myself with pleasurable and positive sensory items. I always assumed that the way to avoid…