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.
This is a dynamic issue with arteries spreading in all directions. Alive with ignition, creation, blood and self-discovery, and humor in a sloshing penis. There is madness in Shock Corridor, and hope against hope while bottoming out. This is our lives. Absorb with finesse.
This is my third go-round at Horror Sleaze Trash. The first poem published was a piece about ghost sex. Men wake up with erections and don’t know why – well, a ghost had their way with you while you were sleeping. The second poem published was about teenage hustlers run rampant in Hollywood during the Seventies zonked out of their minds on Quaaludes. You had to be there; I was, and it was the stuff of prose and poetry. My latest piece is a poetic film clip of Peter Breck fighting off a mob of insane nymphomaniacs in a mental institution (Death, where is thy sting?) brought to you by the fevered imagination of Samuel Fuller.
But enough about me – let’s talk about this most solid of volumes, and what a thrill it is to be thrown against the wall in the Poets Station Lineup. My favorite proseurs include the great Kristin Garth, with her nightmarish “Gargoyles”, loved it.
David Arroyo’s wild piece about giallo film strips burning in his cerebellum was a winner, too. Saira Viola’s double-sided piece about Marc Bolan and Prince was piercing like the Metal Guru’s amp feeding back at the end of Rip-Off. Art Graham serves it up like the Ringmaster from Hell. Welcome to the Carnival of Souls.
When we trip up and find ourselves taking Life seriously, HSTQ is there to give us a reality check. Once again, I'm equally triggered and entertained. These quarterlies are more mismatched than a runaway's wardrobe and that's their charm. It somehow makes sense in a world that... Well, back at the sex dungeon.. and brace yourself for tmi paradise. The perfect mini vacation from the mad, mad world. Some indies I knew well in this issue and some I discovered and will be looking more into asap! Always enjoy the words of wisdom from John D Robinson. Leah Mueller is always satisfying. Andy gets groped (supposedly involuntarily :P) by some girls interrupted and possibly twelve monkeys. Ms. Garth always bringing the cherry-on-top creepiness. Much needed, thanks Arthur.
It's time to pick up another HST Quarterly book, see what sleazy horror that Arthur Graham has managed to collect together this time...
Early on we get a cracking poem from John D. Robinson, he captures the feeling of the world during 2021 with "How Can He". Next up is "a lucrative business" By J. J. Campbell, I have already read this on his or HST's blog but it is a right corker, ya can't help laughing at the dark punchline.
My favourite this time was by a new poet (to me) Saira Viola, her epically titled poem "Blowing Bolan On a Purple Haired Unicorn 30 Seconds of Hot" was fantastic, I loved the flow of this one, almost written like a song. It's one's like this that make me wish the HST did audiobook versions, hearing this read by Viola would be one hell of an experience.
A fine collection from some old names and some new, well worth a read.
I'm always in total awe of Arthur Graham's ablity to put together such a diverse collection of talented writers. HST's Quarterly editions never mediocre or lacking in professional presentation. You can always count on Horror Sleaze Trash Quartlies to be entertaining and thought provoking. I keep a copy in the bathroom . You will too! Thanks Arthur. Thanks contributors. Santi