

the initiatory process of editing NTTN began in the lowest desert, dead middle of sweltering summer, the hottest in a month of Sundays.
I honestly pine for wet rot. I admit it. At this point, we’re so far past decay.
Since I got heart surgery a month ago, I can hear my heart beating all the time. Apparently it’s normal.
A city, a signal, no static, all screens, all walls. All weeks, all months, all years.
A collection of six manga originally published between 1988 and 1992, by the unrivaled master of the erotic grotesque in Japanese art and comics.
Sixteen brutal, concise short comics from the master of Eroguro.
A voyage through four incidents of predation. The mysterious, the hunted, the inhuman, the trapped.
A fragmented tale of a teenager tormented by receiving a cursed image in their DMs.
Grief as a conduit for passage beyond the veil, always returning us to life.
Two collections of poetry on grief.
An envelope opened, photos scattered on the table—all that remains of a prior life.
The poetic conjuring of a backwoods haruspex guiding us into the charged experience of encounters with hanging animal corpses, forbidding landmarks, and crumbling ruins deep in the forest.