Joseph Andre Thomas
Goodreads Author
Born
in New Haven, The United States
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August 2013
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Howls From Hell
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2021
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5 editions
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Howls From the Wreckage: An Anthology of Disaster Horror
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2023
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3 editions
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Collage Macabre: An Exhibition of Art Horror
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2023
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The Darkness Beyond The Stars: An Anthology of Space Horror
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Howls from the Scene of the Crime: A Crime Horror Anthology
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Old Moon Quarterly: Issue 5, Summer 2023: A Magazine of Dark Fantasy and Sword and Sorcery
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between doorways: explorations into liminal space
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2025
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3 editions
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Joseph’s Recent Updates
“I can describe an axe entering a human skull in great explicit detail and no one will blink twice at it. I provide a similar description, just as detailed, of a penis entering a vagina, and I get letters about it and people swearing off. To my mind this is kind of frustrating, it’s madness. Ultimately, in the history of [the] world, penises entering vaginas have given a lot of people a lot of pleasure; axes entering skulls, well, not so much.”
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“So, once Petrakov wanted to go to sleep but, lying down, missed the bed. He hit the floor so hard he lay there unable to get up.
So Petrakov mustered his remaining strength and got on his hands and knees. But his strength abandoned him and he fell on his stomach again, and he just lies there.
Petrakov lay on the floor about five hours. At first he just lay there, but then he fell asleep.
Sleep refreshed Petrakov’s strength. He woke up invigorated, got up, walked around the room and cautiously lay down on the bed. “Well,” he thought, “now I’ll get some sleep.” But now he’s not feeling very sleepy. So Petrakov keeps turning in his bed and can’t fall asleep.
And that’s it, more or less.”
― Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings
So Petrakov mustered his remaining strength and got on his hands and knees. But his strength abandoned him and he fell on his stomach again, and he just lies there.
Petrakov lay on the floor about five hours. At first he just lay there, but then he fell asleep.
Sleep refreshed Petrakov’s strength. He woke up invigorated, got up, walked around the room and cautiously lay down on the bed. “Well,” he thought, “now I’ll get some sleep.” But now he’s not feeling very sleepy. So Petrakov keeps turning in his bed and can’t fall asleep.
And that’s it, more or less.”
― Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings
“Great holes secretly are digged where earth’s pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.”
― The Festival
― The Festival







































