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Tower of Omegle
Black Sheep The Tower of Babel story always confused me. Far from teaching me how wonderful God is, it just left me concluding that God sounds pretty shitty. I don’t know, maybe I missed something? This is how I remember the story: In Old Testament times, everyone spoke the same language, there was no separation […]

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Friend or servant, servant or friend
Henry_ Being a friend and being a servant are the names I have for how I take part in the world. They overlap like patio windows. When the window is wide open, the two panes fully overlap and the view through them is clear. My friend or servant song comes from the discourses in John’s […]

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Let’s Play!
Reham Bestawi Play is not a luxury. It’s essential for life, something we are entitled to carry throughout every moment of our waking lives.I am aware this is easier said than done, especially considering the deep grief I carry for the destruction of my homeland Sudan, and the violence inflicted on my people, and my […]

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Write for us!
Call for Submissions – Bad Apple 10 – deadline 15 August 2025 Themes for Issue 10: Direct Action, Care and Youth We are looking for writing and artwork of various styles (up to 1000 words) such as poetry, essays, drawings, stories, collages, prayers, sermons … You don’t have to be an experienced writer or artist […]

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Write for us!
Call for Submissions – Bad Apple 9 – deadline 31 March 2025 We are looking for writing and artwork of various styles (up to 1000 words) such as poetry, essays, drawings, stories, collages, prayers, sermons … You don’t have to be an experienced writer or artist to submit your work. We are happy to collaborate […]

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Interfaith Work in Rojava
By Jo and Nora In October 2022, Jo travelled to Rojava, as part of the Water for Rojava committee, visiting co-operatives and representatives of the women’s movement and other economic, water and education structures in the region. Water for Rojava is a campaign initiated by the Solidarity Economy Association that has so far raised over […]

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To all the gods I loved before
Towards a theory of anarchotheism An I used to talk to plants. I have a distinct memory of when I was about seven, holding the leaves of a flowering bush at school, talking to them. I would imagine that the plants would have emotions or even sentience, would hurt when they were plucked or harmed. […]

