Writing Against the Machine: The Art of Resistance

How to Wield Words Like Weapons and Challenge the Powers That Be

I was halfway through my third cup of coffee black as a preacher’s sin, bitter as a bullet lodged in the bone ,when it hit me like a runaway train, screeching metal and twisted rails, an impact so violent it rearranged my bones. Resistance writing isn’t just writing. It’s an execution. A riot. A goddamn war.

You don’t write this kind of fury from a safe …