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HSTQ: Summer 2024
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!
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!
28 pages, ebook
Published September 1, 2024
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About the author
Arthur Graham
80 books689 followersArthur Graham writes and edits for a living. Cofounder and former head editor of Rooster Republic Press. Current Editor in Chief of Horror Sleaze Trash.
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October 15, 2024
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October 17, 2024
In like a lion w/ the first poem about addict hotel desperation. Very good though I think it'd be stronger w/o the last line as is already implied. The next piece is as awesome in a less dark direction: mirror gyrating and an almost fairy tale hypnotism. Then there's a mini that sounds like choppy screamo lyrics. Retribution by Dawn Pisturino has great irony, a bubbly sexiness about revenge and speedbump of a boyfriend I presume.
The poem Orgy is surprisingly high-brow with a million allusions I don't get but someone artsy prob will, it sounds very wrought iron gothic cathedral in the daylight. This issue is really well-ordered to mix feelings and imagery to flow, or a poem ending about oranges and another happening to start about them. I like that rhyme is often a component so far but sometimes, especially with tense or metaphor, people try too hard and it feels unnatural. The things called upon still usually emit a comfy vibe, though, like laundry or comforters.
Other pieces seem like a diary confessional, conversational about exes and slight misdoings or maybe-nots. All the drinking and dreaming makes me thirsty. Which brings us to mezcal worms, the silly cuties. Then there's Middleman by Paul Grant which was surprisingly with it's wordplay and the hurt it can make you feel when talking about something kind of gross/funny.
Dark Humor has a nice little slice of life, a moment I'd jot down too and maybe Tweet out. Sickly beautiful stuff in the blood sucking poem, even despite the icky word orifices. The second half sounds like a rock girl band's lyrics. Then there's another long saunter that makes me crave lemon-lime vodka. It's nice to hear the brothelette was usually treated nicely despite her circumstances so young, in the interviewish prose.
There's a Garden of Edeny poem but far more modern, kinda hippie-ish, like you expect it to be recited around That 70s Show smoke. Which flows into the next piece about a sorta commune turned tent city littered w/ needles, a "yellow volcano of pus."
M.P. Powers makes an appearance, speaking of Parisian ghosts and other crooks. We end with two names I'm always happy to see: Casey Renee Kiser and EIC Arthur Graham. The former very cute, always love a candy necklace as a muse. This issue felt very punk rock vixeny, Bikini Kill meets Jazmin Bean or something like that. Arthur ends summing up what it seems the magazine always strives for: writing of good times or running fast from the bad ones you can recreate for laughs or lessons or to attract better loves.
The poem Orgy is surprisingly high-brow with a million allusions I don't get but someone artsy prob will, it sounds very wrought iron gothic cathedral in the daylight. This issue is really well-ordered to mix feelings and imagery to flow, or a poem ending about oranges and another happening to start about them. I like that rhyme is often a component so far but sometimes, especially with tense or metaphor, people try too hard and it feels unnatural. The things called upon still usually emit a comfy vibe, though, like laundry or comforters.
Other pieces seem like a diary confessional, conversational about exes and slight misdoings or maybe-nots. All the drinking and dreaming makes me thirsty. Which brings us to mezcal worms, the silly cuties. Then there's Middleman by Paul Grant which was surprisingly with it's wordplay and the hurt it can make you feel when talking about something kind of gross/funny.
Dark Humor has a nice little slice of life, a moment I'd jot down too and maybe Tweet out. Sickly beautiful stuff in the blood sucking poem, even despite the icky word orifices. The second half sounds like a rock girl band's lyrics. Then there's another long saunter that makes me crave lemon-lime vodka. It's nice to hear the brothelette was usually treated nicely despite her circumstances so young, in the interviewish prose.
There's a Garden of Edeny poem but far more modern, kinda hippie-ish, like you expect it to be recited around That 70s Show smoke. Which flows into the next piece about a sorta commune turned tent city littered w/ needles, a "yellow volcano of pus."
M.P. Powers makes an appearance, speaking of Parisian ghosts and other crooks. We end with two names I'm always happy to see: Casey Renee Kiser and EIC Arthur Graham. The former very cute, always love a candy necklace as a muse. This issue felt very punk rock vixeny, Bikini Kill meets Jazmin Bean or something like that. Arthur ends summing up what it seems the magazine always strives for: writing of good times or running fast from the bad ones you can recreate for laughs or lessons or to attract better loves.
October 17, 2024
Another knockout collection from Arthur Graham. Love and sex are the main themes, which says little about the powerful emotions and artistic control that went into them. The pendulum swings between whimsy and dark noir. Powerful, honest, exhilarating regardless. Free verse never had it so good between Grant's compact "Middleman" and McMains' sprawling "A List of Things Stolen . . ." I note the return of favorites (Donna Dallas, John Tustin, and Casey Renee Kiser). Graham's "Forget the Rest" is a perfect coda to the selection. Bravo, brava--liked them all, loved more than a few.
October 4, 2024
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September 23, 2024
always a pleasure to read these kind of poetry
November 4, 2024
it really is show time though...
can we make it a four-way, Mr. Tustin? I'm dead inside.
this issue doesn't disappoint. full review to cum. stay tuned. stay safe.
jk. just stay tuned...
can we make it a four-way, Mr. Tustin? I'm dead inside.
this issue doesn't disappoint. full review to cum. stay tuned. stay safe.
jk. just stay tuned...
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