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Literary Horror & Surrealist Trash

If you would like to explore this author before reading my sycophantic drivel, you can dive into their professional website: horrorsong.com I appreciated the well-researched piece in Neo-Passéism’s Substack about the legacy of Weird Fiction, written by Colby Smith // YUUGENPRAXIS. It juxtaposes well with this essay in Strange Horizons by Zach Gillan, who has spilled much ink over the Weird’s journey into…
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DUNWICH

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Tulpa-Punk
I collect parafictional paraphernalia. You know what I’m talking about: fake things within real things. Hoaxes you can hold in your hand. Nesting doll tales. I boast the complete works of Sutter Cane on my shelf, including the book with actual words between the covers, for which I sacrificed my sanity in a review here. Sutter…
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Words Grow Weird in Alphabet Gardens
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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…
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Word Begets Image
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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…
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Call Me Face Stabber
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Interview with Joe Courtney and Jorge Peña
For fans of comics, psyche rock, and comic adaptations of psyche rock: check out the fan-blog, newly minted “The King Gizzette” (my suggestion!), where I posted about my recent chat with the author and illustrator of Polygondwanaland, a graphic transmutation of the polyrhythmic album by sonic warlocks King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard. You can…
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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…