They touch our bodies, in intimate ways and places, all before stripping away your nails with power tools.
I was someone for whom starvation gave me a sense of control that I lacked. Or, at least, it gave me the illusion of control.
The daughter was the first to notice, but it took a while for the others to listen.
Laura Diaz de Arce The Early Modern artist academies considered the human body the pinnacle of study. To study the body was to engage in beauty, in perfection. Which is funny, because human bodies are really fucking gross. No. Really. Gross. We sweat, we chew, we swallow, shit, piss, ejaculate, vomit, spit. We take material […]
Back in the 1800s people told ghost stories at Christmas, not this happy crappy Hallmark stuff like today.
I shouldn’t be so afraid
I should factor this into
She is the darkside Disney princess I wish existed.
Blue Sunshine exploited fear of drugs like Them! (1954) exploited fear of radiation.
In this episode we talk about our interests & obsessions & bad poetry readings & being mindfucked by bullies on the internet.
There aren’t really a lot of “mic drop” moments — though there are a lot of attempts at them.
**THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE INTERESTING** **I AM NOT GOING TO TRY TO MAKE THIS SOUND INTERESTING OR TRY TO MAKE YOU LIKE ME
Fiddler on the Roof meets Carrie
She lets her hands play across the ancient rind and she speaks her wish again.
CLASH knows you’re creative, so let’s share that awesomeness with the world!
He flexed his razor-sharp talons
Strength. Focus. Purpose.
Steve McQueen was a fuckin’ superman. He was the single greatest guy who ever existed.
Those are my muthafuckin’ turkey giblets for my muthafuckin’ mouth!!!
I got drunk and dreamt of Pound again. His yodel must have been a brick.
Do they more than whisper?
Here, a maiden’s face is held like a pearl, a fire under his furnace
Houses can’t be haunted in a world where there are bills to be paid
A ghost returns
to the garden where
the soil is all mixed up
What immediately stood out was Grenn’s effortless proficiency with rope and knot
How stupid would it be if he ruptured his L4-L5 disc while bending over to pick up his knife?
The Willow-Witch has been tapping on my window for weeks
It is a monster who lives here
in your home and in your heart
In the Rim, shadows would float above them
Monique is an exciting new voice in Latinx fiction.
Written as a soul song for longing, Knauf’s collection is both a dream and an awakening.
you crept out of me,
nestled in crimson
where lung met trachea
Sometimes I think about the seven known gates of hell and I wish I could kiss you at every one of them
Poets are receivers, witches are transmitters
“I’m not a vampire. I’m afraid my appetites run so much deeper.”
Knauf’s poetry is cinematic, creating vast landscapes and scenes, on bridges, between land and sky.
A love letter to Stephen King and Satan from a new and exciting voice in horror
The strangest thing about the room was the spoons.
You think you recognize this deal with the devil, but there’s another element at play
But do not be deceived,
she’s all witch, conjure.
Perhaps Satan is lurking in all those terms and conditions no one ever feels like reading
If in your first act someone speaks of the devil, then in the second the devil better rain brimstone down on everyone.
I remember meeting Michael. He was a lot smaller than I thought he would be. Not that I thought he would be a big guy. But he was petite. And not in a bad way. There’s nothing wrong with being petite. He was scrappier than I thought he would be.
Just wanna be left with my brood
to snuggle and cuddle and chew
The possibilities are endless when all you’ve got is time and an all-you-can-eat buffet called civilization.
Reminiscent of Clive Barker, Vidito delves into the dark corners of love, sex, and madness with language that drips raw off the page.
You probably know a person just like me. You might even be friends with someone like me. The type of friend you don’t remember meeting.
you know what this poem is supposed to be about:
what I would have done with that knife
We want to hear your horror stories, be they real or the product of your own twisted minds.
I could never predict what was going to ruin me and what was going to rescue me.
We love Carnivàle and October is the perfect time to reminisce about this incredible show full of darkness and light and everything in between.
Books to chill your bones & twist your minds from CLASH Books
Got any fives, Gladys?
She thought about the toasted bread that her mother made for her every morning to drink with black sage tea, but most of all, she thought about a perfect kind of love.
Wrath James White’s poems are red and wet love songs to a pillory, set to the beat of a flogging whip–the kind of sweet nothings Barker’s Cenobites would whisper.
“The Pre-Order Personalized Signed Copy will be limited to 200 which can be purchased on the CLASH Books site.”
A nod to ‘Cape May’ for fans of The Blacklist.
From the creator of Carnivàle and writer/executive producer of Blacklist, comes a poetry collection from a cult-icon.
for now it’s all hunger and weariness and the small justice of this broken and crumbled love, again
If you’ve never had to seek employment while your smile shows the gum where there should be incisors you can count yourself lucky.
“As expected, they are pretty awesome and it’s a fascinating and entertaining look at the cult-icon of weird’s work.”
My experience on Get Lit With Leza was one of female bonding over our inherent and chosen nastiness as women.
He Has Many Names by Drew Chial is a fresh spin on the Faustian bargain, a deal with the devil story in the age of artistic desperation.
I’m convinced that any food could “technically” be an aphrodisiac if someone else labels it as one.
It’s a story of yearning and loss that sits at the intersection of horror and romance
Miranda’s blade cut one of the flapping wings, and she felt the salty warm blood drops touch to her mouth like rain.
It’s almost Buddhist – her detachment and rejection of material, hedonistic pursuits.
All Hail the House Gods is a future masterpiece of Bizarro fiction.
CLASH Books is excited to present GIRL LIKE A BOMB. Autumn Christian’s third novel is a dark journey of self-discovery.
We talked about the medical benefits of marijuana, finding Goddess spirituality, Wicca, and her witchy tale on this episode of Get Lit With Leza.
Maybe it started as an obligation to the U.S. government, but I’d like to think our relationship has progressed beyond that.
TRAGEDY QUEENS is an anthology of stories inspired by two of my favorite muses. I have always been drawn to dark feminine archetypes.
—there’s a part of you that wonders: I don’t know, maybe Bud knows some people with tigers in their veins.
You’ll find yourself asking the question: What have I done for love, and what would I do?
Is there a Satanic conspiracy, is it all a desperate author’s insanity, or is it something else entirely?
And you know, as much as I love this poem, I still don’t completely buy it when he says that shark attacks can’t love broken collarbones.
I love Arcan because her work inspires such a strong revulsion in many readers.
Everything that we are afraid to do; the anticipation or the fear of it is always greater than doing it. Even if it is something awful.
Meet the authors that rocked my world. They will rock yours too.
The term “genius” gets thrown around a lot but I definitely feel Chelsea Martin is genius as fuck.
Meekings takes traditional fantasy elements and reinvents them into a dark and fun tale for the young at heart.
Which is your muse? Plath, Lana, or both?
CLASH Books is excited to present this collection of stories inspired by Lana Del Rey & Sylvia Plath.
Being on Get Lit is like talking to the cool girl in the bar bathroom, only you’re talking about literature and other awesome shit instead of crying about something.
Wait till you hear the unintelligible shit show of my real life.
In an apocalyptic Texas where you can get high drinking your own shadow, there lives a young shadow junkie named Murk. This is from Brian Allen Carr’s breakout novel, Sip.
Now and then there comes a book so strange, that the comedown after reading feels like the day after an acid trip.
What did you do in Amsterdam?
Shy Watson: oh my god what didn’t i do
“Hustle sucks, man.”
“Go to a crossroads & try to summon Lucifer & see what happens.”
“Absolutely Golden is a far-out tale that grooves right along.”
“Italian horror doesn’t give a shit about your Protestant work ethic.”
“I’ve seen very few popular movies where black people get to be fully expressive complex humans.”
“What if Superman’s ship didn’t crash in Kansas, but landed on the other side of the world in Soviet controlled Ukraine?”
“We met at a village cantina, and shit got deep the more rum we consumed.”
“We talked about life and writing in the same way that poets talk about love: straight forward and with no bullshit.”
“Tanzer aspires to the coolness that comes with trying but making it seem like you’re not trying, which is exactly how good writing is, and one of the reasons that Be Cool feels so effortless to read.”
CLASH BOOKS has your Valentine’s Day covered with two juicy new releases!
“There is something spicy & sensual about the warm taste of ginger on your tongue.”
“We are not defined by our traumas, we are not defined by our traumas, we are not defined by our traumas.”
“There are plenty of zines and lit sites that give authors a platform to talk about their favorite seltzer water and convince everyone they use a typewriter, which is great and all, but that’s not what this is.”
“It’s a creepy yarn that opens with a birth scene and ends with you losing your whole fucking mind.”
“Born and raised in a small harbor town in the south of Ireland, Kealan Patrick Burke knew from a very early age that he was going to be a horror writer.”
“Cicero’s poems show nature as violent and unforgiving.”
“It’s gross, violent, erotic, boisterous fun for a pretty non-traditional family unit.”
“Being a guest on Get Lit with Leza is like being at a great party and in therapy at the same time.”
TRAGEDY QUEENS: STORIES INSPIRED BY LANA DEL REY & SYLVIA PLATH WILL BE AVAILABLE MARCH 13TH, 2018
“Leza and I took a strange and wonderful journey together.”
“A friend of mine was arrested for swimming naked in the reservoir where this water comes from.”
“Imagine if David Lynch produced a gritty, raw, live-action JAMES AND THE GIANT PEACH.”
“We talked about writing and faith, and I even got to show off my Lego art and played the guitar!”
“So this summer I was helping out on this farm with all these anarchist witches & stuff.”
“I thought a blog would give me direction but it kinda didn’t do that at all. It kinda made me more aimless.”
“FLO IS SWEET, but she’s a hard bitch.”
“No more CHRISTMAS SHIT for the rest of the night.”
“Some of the narratives on this list need to fuck off and disappear forever, but others may or may not become amazing stories in the right hands.”
“i like to paint. people seem to like them. win-win.”
Ghosts trying to get laid, an “erotic” burning bush, forbidden love between sea monsters and more fill this collection of Torah-influenced bizarro, horror, and pulp fiction. You gotta dig any book that has a recipe for a skinhead-killing Golem.”
“Plant magic has been an integral part of seasonal ceremony. Long before Christmas was decking the halls, it was exploring the inner caverns of our psyche.”
“It was like being at Bizarro Con again, just hanging out and nerding out about Bizarro Fiction and literature in general.”
“These are stories for when you cry looking at a mirror and ask harsh questions about who the fuck is staring back at you.”
“When I was your age, mija, I had my heart broken by a beautiful man.”
“when you swipe your fingers between my thighs like that it’s like someone smashing the motherfucking like button on all of my tweets at once”
“The second time, nothing came back but roaches stained smoke and ash”
“I think I’ve organically drifted from horror to crime/noir to dark/literary.”
“I don’t remember any of this. To be clear, my lack of memory is because of the Xanax.”
“Even if his first name is Santa, he’s no saint to me.”
“Each of the writers by day seven had shared raw truths, built scene after scene and perfected their skills.”
“This was not an interview, it was a conversation.”
“The Tarot is all about accessing your subconscious and conversing with it.”
“I said dance, pendejo!”
“Like Art School Confidential as directed by Lloyd Kauffman and Quentin Tarantino.”
“Eyes are kept open, lined with small needles, lest they blink and let loose the blood.”
“Small and dark and slanted eyed like me.”
“After bathing in the blood of several children.”
“but still you come looking for her body”
“Why the fuck did they make another movie about evil children.”
“Your eyes bleed, your soul cries, but you can’t fucking stop.”
It was possibly the funkiest and most relaxed interview setting I’ve ever been in.
Halloween became a thing I wanted to nail in Kindergarten.
This is when frogs come hopping. He is unsettled by their black, staring eyes.
Her smile was sharp and immediate; her eyes were twin voids.
How did my pain get so big?
I enjoyed rambling through a wide range of topics.
What better time to cross that threshold than during the month of Samhain!
LET’S GET WITCHY!
“Humans are addicted to anxiety.”
“This movie is OUT THERE. It is dark and funny and to top it all, it is a musical.”
“He was a rebel of his time.”
“You look exactly like your Facebook photos, and it’s making my stomach all mushy.”
“Shared weirdness in a damp Necon hotel room.”