CLASH knows you’re creative, so let’s share that awesomeness with the world!
Monique is an exciting new voice in Latinx fiction.
We want to hear your horror stories, be they real or the product of your own twisted minds.
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.
As a New Yorker, it’s not a hard city to love when the literal metaphor of a mask is littered everywhere—when there’s art oozing out of every corner.
We talked about the medical benefits of marijuana, finding Goddess spirituality, Wicca, and her witchy tale on this episode of Get Lit With Leza.
At least when shit hits the fan I’ll have tomatoes.
Wait till you hear the unintelligible shit show of my real life.
Ikea is a strange and dangerous place. But if knowing witches is good for anything, it’s for walking into scary and confusing situations like this.
What did you do in Amsterdam?
Shy Watson: oh my god what didn’t i do
“Go to a crossroads & try to summon Lucifer & see what happens.”
“I’ve seen very few popular movies where black people get to be fully expressive complex humans.”
“We talked about life and writing in the same way that poets talk about love: straight forward and with no bullshit.”
“We are not defined by our traumas, we are not defined by our traumas, we are not defined by our traumas.”
“Don’t you hate it when you’re a god, and you just want a sandwich from your favorite chicken joint, and you specify at the counter that you DO NOT WANT PICKLES on your sandwich.”
“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.”
“LeBron James’ decision to leave Cleveland for Miami in the summer of 2010 is one of the most memorable sports stories of this decade.”
“Leza and I took a strange and wonderful journey together.”
“Santa Claus is an avatar of the state cult of the United States.”
“I thought a blog would give me direction but it kinda didn’t do that at all. It kinda made me more aimless.”
“One woman even has a demon dog named Cerberus come out of her backside chomping away at her opponents. Hip Whip Girl forever!”
“i like to paint. people seem to like them. win-win.”
“I paid the premium to sign off on everyday America because the manufactured rage of adulthood needs to be exorcised.”
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.”
Who’s to say Snowdrip or Evergreen or whatever generically named Elf won’t end up feeling the Bern and realize that their situation sucks.
“It was like being at Bizarro Con again, just hanging out and nerding out about Bizarro Fiction and literature in general.”
“When I was your age, mija, I had my heart broken by a beautiful man.”
“The presence of so much morbidity is both thrilling and unnerving.”
“The second time, nothing came back but roaches stained smoke and ash”
“Even if his first name is Santa, he’s no saint to me.”
“I said dance, pendejo!”
“I dreamed of white veils and black habits.”
“Small and dark and slanted eyed like me.”
It was possibly the funkiest and most relaxed interview setting I’ve ever been in.
This is when frogs come hopping. He is unsettled by their black, staring eyes.
What better time to cross that threshold than during the month of Samhain!
LET’S GET WITCHY!
“This movie is OUT THERE. It is dark and funny and to top it all, it is a musical.”
“Shared weirdness in a damp Necon hotel room.”
“I know your mom stole your whole name from her favorite telenovela.”
“Mad Max: Fury Road level survival intensified by the worst Burning Man acid trip.”
“What to do When the Plan “A” Items Are Sold Out.”
“You don’t wanna miss this!”
“More people need to wear a panda head when they do interviews.”
“Marisol is a bruja who must grapple with sexual abuse.”
“Charlottesville started a snowball effect.”
“It was a radtacular time.”
“There was the summer my friends and I saw this kid pee on his parent’s car.”
“I think I was smoking a cigar.”
“Now we finally get our own supervillain.”
“How cool would it be if you actually got Cher to do a poetry zine for one of the Ladybox releases?”
“Then somebody, I don’t remember who, started playing “I Wanna Be Your Dog” by The Stooges.”
“Come to Vegas and we can go to karaoke.”
“10/10 would chat again”
“We’re a bunch of slanted-eyed brown girls watching wide-eyed white girls being chased by a killer.”
“It felt much more like a conversation than a sort of performance of me-ness.”
“We all smelled bad and dressed sloppy acted like we hated the place.”
“My friends were all hood rats.”
“Dreams are often a strange equalizer.”
Take a trip to the METAL side of LIT
“Being on this podcast made me feel like I fell into some weird Loony Tunes wormhole.”
“I felt okay about being charmless. I was going to eat ice-cream.”
“I was a religious little boy and thought Guns N’ Roses were nothing but sinners and going to hell.”
“I can’t untangle my queerness from my politics or my magickal practice.”
“Bet it feels good to smash up a toilet.”
“I picture myself as Lena Dunham with a beard.”
“No vampires, werewolves, and certainly no witches.”
“I’m still the heathen it represents, but now I’m a sober, happy heathen.”
“Saw Nunslaughter cut open a dead deer, dump buckets of blood, and throw a pig’s head off the stage for the audience to kick around in the mosh pit.”
“I have a firm belief that sacred cows make the best hamburgers.”
“Every human being gets addicted to something.’
“Once he jumped on me while I was humping my pillow.”
“You can just imagine all those Chinese like a little army of yellow ants crawling over it, can’t you?”
“I am compelled to tell stories.”
“Bizarro is the Chaos Magick of literature.”
“I dreamt about Lola at night.”
“We loved Kerouac’s Mexico City Blues and Enzo wanted to read the whole book out loud. It took a long time because we got very drunk.”
“Imagine watching your ten-year old drawing chainsaw dicks.”
“Godzilla helped give me my moral compass.”
“Somewhere in between Donald Trump’s attacks on immigrants and his comments about pussy-grabbing, it became clear that public demonstrations and marches were going to become a regular part of my life.”
“My grandmother made Christmas ornaments from dried apricots and sugar cookies that she baked with her own hands, a creation upon a creation. They were all tiny women, and she gave them dark hair like us, which felt like a gift to me.”
“Our abuelitas went to special masses and some of the nativity sets under our trees featured a baby Jesus that had slightly darker skin than the Jesus the gringos put under their tree.”
“Whether you think Christmas is shit or Christmas is the shit, when you are Catalan, your Christmas is going to be full of shit. And I mean literally. And no, it doesn’t get that dirty (usually).”
“Amongst his many deific duties, Murray plays poet and maharishi to the various extraterrestrial corporate entities that run our universe. He keeps them merciful.”
“Entertain us with your Christmas traditions and recollections.”
“When I saw the mall Santas I always knew it was a man in a suit.”
“Our nation is a cracked mirror. You stare into the glass, hoping to find solace, but you are delivered more cracks.”
“I still have the yellowed newspaper clipping, the piece of evidence, and the skull wrapped up in an old box in the back of my personal files.”
“I felt like I was outside myself as well as inside.”
“I grew up with a grandma who kept a bathroom full of candles for the dead.”
“I remember being so happy then—a creature that stayed out too late one Halloween night and got lost in the morning light.”
“Maybe New Orleans is like a drug, an opium-induced dreamspace.”