Sauntering along the forest’s edge
Note: This article was originally posted at Saunteringsociety.org. Something is wrong, and we who have eyes to see it know
The Rants and Writings of Feral Jesus
Fallen tree, let us learn from thee
Fallen tree rotting on the groundWhat a fierce wind did blowWe all share in the sacred woundWhile here on earth
All that’s left
Throughout the long winter, I shovel you with my leathery, spotted hands from the floor of the woodstove. In a
Seasons of nakedness and adornment
November winds have undressed the hardwoods for the coming winter rest, leaving bare their histories for all to see. The
A wild look
“Nor is that vagabond inclination wholly gone yet. And many a sultry afternoon, last summer, I left my Latin and
Where will the great heron land and the bullfrog croak?
The bog – after the desert – is the least desirable property for the landowner, even though the perpetually murky,
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The health of a society
“The health of a society is the measure of its freedom from stress, individual suffering, psychopathology, tyranny and ecological dysfunction
A Feral Jesus conventicle
(Written by Feral Jesus while in hiding from the local authorities) What is a Feral Jesus conventicle? Without ceremony. Unceremonious.
Dirty rotten vagabonds
Walking is the most ancient form of resistance. Take a hike. Become an ontological vagabond. There is no morality but
The Apparatus cannot withstand a heart warmed for its people and its homeland
Feral Jesus gathered his few disciples around him. He looked into their tired but eager faces and spoke of the
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