The Base Heather Stroud
Obsolete: The AI Industry’s Trillion Dollar Race to Replace You–and How to Stop It Garrison Lovely
The Political Economy of Dissent Peter Blunt
What I Saw in Ukraine: 2015-2022: Diary of an International Observer Benoit Paré
At the Lost and Found: Personal & Political Dispatches of Resistance and Hope Edward Curtin
Class War, Then and Now: Essays toward a New Left Chris Wright
America's Hijacked Peace Dividend: Long Overdue and Immediately Payable John Rachel
Mind Abuse: Media Violence and Its Threat to Democracy Rose Dyson
Anthropause: The Beauty of Degrowth Stan Cox
Broken Stars: Gaza Poems Buff Whitman-Bradley
when I dream of fjords I crawl out of the grave
where my ancestors were born
the earth black over my face
the water the color of the angel
hovering over
ice green
my yellow rage
faded into scars
moves my legs over the moraine
a man a sword but inside
spine to skull
the divining rod
which settles on its axis
to reform the spin
all my nights I spent with you in death
are mine
