HSTQ: Spring 2024

by Arthur Graham, William Taylor Jr., Brian Rosenberger

horror, adj. inspiring or creating loathing, aversion, etc.

sleaze, adj. contemptibly low, mean, or disreputable

trash, n. literary or artistic material of poor or inferior quality

Welcome to HST Quarterly, the curated collection from Horror, Sleaze and Trash.

Genres: Poetry

ebook

Published June 1, 2024

About the author

Arthur Graham writes and edits for a living. Cofounder and former head editor of Rooster Republic Press. Current Editor in Chief of Horror Sleaze Trash.

Reviews

[Arthur Graham · Rating 5 out of 5]

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[Robb White · Rating 5 out of 5]

Every poem in this volume did something for me, whether it frightened, enlightened, or sickened me. I winced or laughed aloud at times. It starts hard with William Taylor Jr. and ends with Tom Cirillo’s homage to bars. But whether the subject is going to bars, searching for hookups, mocking tepid academics and safe poetry or Hollywood machismo, there’s the pleasant shock of a messy emotion driving through and you understand something important, if only for a short time. Publisher/editor’s Arthur Graham’s selection of Taylor’s poem to start the ride off was perfect.

[Casey Kiser · Rating 5 out of 5]

ohhh fvck, i love this issue. William Taylor Jr. gives us something severely relevant to ponder and what a way to start to roll out the rebel-red carpet; Cheers, Arthur. This is definitely the crowning highlight for me, along with 'Halfway to Hades' by Alan Catlin, 'Jimmy' by Daniel S. Irwin, 'you don't love me...' by Puma Perl, 'if i was a wiser man' by J. J. Campbell, 'It's All Academic' by M. P. Powers and 'Sounds Like' by Brian Rosenberger. I was proudly a missing person for 48 hrs, completely lost in the lusciously vivid storytelling of Suzanne Kelsey with '214' and honestly didn't want to be found. I must update my hiding places... We are blessed and bound by an appearance by the mysterious Mistress Renee. "Do you love me? / Or is this unrequited / Like the air / Growing stale / In your lungs" O..O and we go out with a brazen barfly bang from Todd Cirillo, "Feels better than church / to saints like us." -from 'Saints of the Neons'. I truly enjoyed every single poem here and I'm quite honored to be among such gutter-glam gems.

[Alex Johnson · Rating 5 out of 5]

As an OG Bizarro horror author, I'm very proud of having been published by Horror Sleaze Trash. You can read these stories over and over again and get new jolts of weird fun every time.