Every End Holds a Beginning
Where to find me in Zineland
Hello everyone,
Some personal updates, including where you can find myself and Stormbringer Press at zine events in so-called “Pittsburgh, PA”, and some reflections.
Updates
I was on a podcast! It was an honor and a pleasure to talk with The Dugout about Jewish anarchism, transition in the face of mounting state repression, and my struggles with the mystical/religious strain of Anarchism that I come from in conflict with the Leftists who only come from the secular (sic. settler) tradition(s). Thanks so much to Jordan and Prince Shakur for working with me, learning together and for all the educational work that they do, I’ve been a big fan of The Dugout’s educational skills and you should follow them (and support them on Patreon!)
(This Sunday!) Pittsburgh Zine Fair
Sunday, October 19th from 11am-5pm at the Kingsley Association in East Liberty. I’ll be distro-ing a bunch of zines as well as selling physical copies of Teshuva: Provocations for Jewish Anarchism and On the Shedim, my zine that serves as an introduction to the Jewish demonological tradition.
I’m trying to scramble last minute to finish a zine to debut at this zine fest, so be sure to stop by if Kinot (the Hebrew word for Lamentations) sparks your interest!
The PZF website can be found here. A little birdie told me that this year the map for the fair (aka where everyone is located) will be available in person as well as on the website. Huzzah!
Pittsburgh Anarchist Bookfair
Friday October 24th (starting 4pm) running through Saturday the 25th and Sunday October 26th. Stormbringer Press will be tabling outside one of the venue locations (likely Roboto or Irma Freeman) on Saturday the 25th.
The Pittsburgh Anarchist Bookfair returns for a weekend of radical literature, workshops, and organizing. From October 24–26, 2025, meet publishers, collectives, and activists engaging in anti-authoritarian thought and struggle.
Locations and schedule are abstract, but can be found here! I’m especially excited for the Appalachian Folkways and their Radical Meaning talk on Friday (I got to see it in Asheville at this year’s ACAB!) and the ami’s rituals for antifascist resistance on Sunday.
Accessibility notes for this event:
masks required at all indoor locations.
tests and masks available @ all indoor locations (ifc, roboto, assemble).
air filters will be running @ all indoor locations.
street medics will be identifiable and available at all indoor locations.
childcare provided friday evening, and saturday-sunday til early evening. get in touch if you’d like to help.
self-serve food provided saturday and sunday. we could use help with shopping, get in touch if you’d like to help.
High Holy Day Reflections
I had the good fortune to spend a lot of the High Holy Days in the woods this year.
I went on a bat themed camping trip, developed a crush or two, and took a pilgrimage down to Asheville, North Carolina for the Another Carolina Anarchist Bookfair (A.C.A.B.) on the 1 year anniversary of Hurricane Helene.
I am working on collating some thoughts on ACAB but have been waylaid by…everything, but this post by Rednecks Rising beautifully summed up what I wanted to say. I think Olam haBa existed for a brief time, in Asheville, in the wake of the Hurricane. I yearn to try and capture what it would be like to see it with my own eyes, and that it seems like people built a better world and then saw it slip away.
Ratzon’s Yom Kippur services were really magical this year, and collective grieving and processing was a true blessing. I held an exorcism in the cemetery as a means of letting go of my old (now dead) name.
I hope you, reading this, are well. I don’t know you, but I love you. Few people are doing ‘well’, everyone I know is going through a really tough time right now. Holding it all by yourself is a burden you don’t deserve. If there’s one thing I learned over my exile into the woods, it’s that we need to need each other. Working together - whether it’s mourning, feeding each other or making an experiment happen - is one of many antidotes to the despair that hangs in the air.
These are tough times.
I hope that you are being kind to yourself, growing in the face of repression, and continuing to mourn and organize together. Capitalism and The State both require us to individualize our struggles, to keep the violence of Empire stamped inside of us.
May the cracks we make lead to the falling of walls everywhere, in this lifetime or the next. All empires crumble, this is a certainty. It’s not certain that we will get through Fascism, or that all of us will live to be queer elders sharing our wisdom with the next generation.
Nothing is certain…but I’ve learned to place my belief in possibility rather than certainty. It is within our power; Hashem has given us the possibility that, together, we will make our way through Fascism and ethnic cleansing and emerge into something better and more whole. We will have to merit it by our actions. These reflections led me to the poem Affirmations by Assata Shakur - who passed in freedom and exile recently, rest in power - and reading it with my community on our anarchist Yom Kippur services.
I’m affected by the whole work, and her powerful legacy, but especially the final stanza:
I believe in living.
I believe in birth.
I believe in the sweat of love
and in the fire of truth.
And i believe that a lost ship,
steered by tired, seasick sailors,
can still be guided home
to port.
Assata: An Autobiography (2001)It will be grueling work, intergenerational work, and yet it falls upon us all the same.
Thank you. I love you, and your struggles are neither in vain, nor all on your lonesome. We need only be a little vulnerable to find beloveds, comrades and accomplices in our mutual struggles for liberation. Imagine what pouring our hearts out can accomplish. Ken yehi ratzon ~ May it be so…