“Death canonizes even the most awful of us. No one will speak ill of you when the dirt is still fresh upon your grave. It’s only once the grass starts to grow that everyone remembers what a piece of shit you were.” --Chandler Morrison, Hate to Feel
What are we doing when we refused to engage the dead in our stories, in our horror? Are we respecting them? Or are we forgetting them and condemning their memory to oblivion?
We at Madness Heart Press contend that the only way to truly respect those who are gone is to fully engage them with the disrespect they are due.
Through strange, terrifying, and disgusting horror, these 9 authors ensure that death is no safe space. No corpse will escape their due through death, but will instead be allotted the full measure of what our authors have in store.
John Baltisberger is an author of speculative and genre fiction that often focuses on Jewish Elements. Through his writing, he has explored themes of mysticism, faith, sin, and personal responsibility. He lives in Austin, TX with his wife and his daughter.
Though mostly known for his bizarre blend of Jewish mysticism and splatter, John defies being labeled under any one genre. His work has spanned extreme horror, urban fantasy, science fiction, cosmic horror, epic verse, and he has even written a guide for mindful meditation.
While relatively new to the writing community, (his first book was published in 2018) John has become known for his work in verse, having worked in both extremely short works and massive novella-length poetic epics. He continues to work to push himself to explore new avenues of expression and horror literature.
When editor John Baltisberger set about to curate a cohesive set of tales certain to both shock and awe readers, he could not have chosen a better story to unpack the anthology. “Stay with Me: A Love Story” opens with its unnamed narrator ejaculating onto the chest of his lover’s corpse. “In life, Jennifer had no objection to finishing our lovemaking sessions in this way. In death, she objects even less. I used to have the decency to wipe her down, and now I have to. The combination of my own fluids and the baby oil mixed with the makeup I spent so long applying causes it to run, revealing the greyish hue of old skin beneath.” If you’ve decided to continue reading after that, you’re both Trigger Warning: Speaking Ill’s target audience and in for a real treat... Read the rest of the review on Horror Tree