Doompunk Dispatch

Tag: cosmic horror

  • Deep Fried Blue Collar Cosmic Horror

    Originally published in The Substack Review on April 17, 2026. I’ll forever associate Joseph Campbell’s The Masks of God: Primitive Mythology (1959) with the laundromat. I read it between cycles, entranced by the boundless varieties of religious experience that human history had to offer, all while lodged in the mundanely pleasant present moment of the spinning machine…

  • I COME FROM VENUS

    I COME FROM VENUS

    Fall 2026 • Images by Jorge Peña • Words by David Kane In a desert ghost town, a hopeless young doompunk discovers a relic that triggers a mystical transformation, melding two minds across space & time. Modern day oppression clashes with a psychotronic future in the eternal battle against interplanetary tyranny. Asynchronous violence rockets our…

  • Book Review: Sutter Cane’s In The Mouth Of Madness

    [Originally published on Psychopomp.com] The mind behind reality is insane. That’s the seed from which sprouts the fleshy jungle of Sutter Cane’s masterwork, In The Mouth of Madness, the culmination of his horror career. Is the mind behind reality your own consciousness, that hermit sea trapped behind the rocky shore of your skull? Or is this…

  • Delicious Lysergic Doom

    Title tale of the book, DRIPPY TRIPPY DOOM. We arrived at the church late into the night. Peering up, I appraised the wooden structure. Abandoned years ago when apocalyptic Lutherans were driven out of the basin by the Tongva, it had fallen into disrepair. A century of high desert winds had gifted the teetering steeple…

  • Parasitic Obelysk

    Emergent from mist, megalith comes into hue. Like a coral column stretching impossibly high in to the planet’s thermosphere,  the monster dominates the view. Discerning shapes fluttering a long its exterior, I close in un til the monumen tum makes clearer: Monumen tal structure subsumes all vision, still miles a way. Spot no top. Light gray porous…

  • I Call Them The Orgentry

    They come from  the primordial depths of cytoplasmic seas: Paracystic spores devour our hosts’ cell, Pataphysical flora deflowers our souls in odious fluoride, Pharmakonical megafauna lumbers invisibly overhead and under hill. If you are the blood, they quell the stream. Screaming from darkest corners of nowhere to become something, they will have their fill and…