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HSTQ: Summer 2023
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.
- GenresPoetry
28 pages, ebook
Published September 1, 2023
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Arthur Graham
75Ìýbooks684ÌýfollowersArthur 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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September 24, 2023
Get it in print for five bucks a copy. Otherwise, .
September 21, 2023
Meta start about making a trashy book you think no one will read and then being outcast for it. "Shoulda used a pen name. But I never name my pens." Cute, relatable. Then about some Pope and other men made of slime. High brow diction despite the dickish subject matter. Then chasing the dragon w/ Early Morning Cocktails. I'd read more by this George Gad Economou. He bends common phrases and sentiments to give them life again.
Following it is another God poem by somebody else also w/ a seemingly Scottish sensibility: rough around the edges but fine to throw back pints w/ for a story. Could be read as very strange rap, like by Rickety Cricket when he still had a lick of faith and a brain cell not smoked away on PCP. This issue is def more mythological/horrory, word-heavy.
Light a Candle at 58 has the great imagery of twins falling in tandem, hands locked, off a bridge. Eastern Ave. Arcade reminds me of what could be the music video to American Whore meets Ride by Lana Del Rey. Much grizzlier though, of course. I'll def be on the lookout for more by PW Covington.
The next two poems have your expected nihilism for the modern Western man. My First Book signing has a wisp of something Bret Easton Ellisy about it w/ the hypersex and violent comedy of it all, tonguing a ketchup packet like it's a chick. I thought the joke was gonna be how Naomi backwards is I Moan. The style is very millennial, like if Punpun could text.
Three Ways by Jay Maria Simpson def wins for prettiest poem w/ liquid silk rivers and sugary-sharing tarts, the poetic connection between mind and body. Karl Koweski really made me laugh w/ a piece about how there are no poets in Hollywood and even if there were, they don't deserve the starlets they could scoop up.
I don't get any of the refs in Mt. Olympus but know others would and it could find a home in the pop culturey Daily Drunk. There's something about getting older then it not being too bad if you have porn while your lady's at Walgreens, lol. Jane of the Jungle by Casey Renee Kiser uses one of my fav images, "swirling drain heart." A line that will resonate w/ many is "Can’t commit, can’t decide on anything except to hold back." I like calling out their mothers. Everyone says the opposite, but mothers don't get called out enough. You raised them, of course you're a big part of who to blame.
We end with late nights under a lamp post, panty sniffers, and mushroom potions drank by who sounds like the eclectically crazy/trolly Grimes. "Star of storms" saints, the penultimate stanza jade egg elegant.
Following it is another God poem by somebody else also w/ a seemingly Scottish sensibility: rough around the edges but fine to throw back pints w/ for a story. Could be read as very strange rap, like by Rickety Cricket when he still had a lick of faith and a brain cell not smoked away on PCP. This issue is def more mythological/horrory, word-heavy.
Light a Candle at 58 has the great imagery of twins falling in tandem, hands locked, off a bridge. Eastern Ave. Arcade reminds me of what could be the music video to American Whore meets Ride by Lana Del Rey. Much grizzlier though, of course. I'll def be on the lookout for more by PW Covington.
The next two poems have your expected nihilism for the modern Western man. My First Book signing has a wisp of something Bret Easton Ellisy about it w/ the hypersex and violent comedy of it all, tonguing a ketchup packet like it's a chick. I thought the joke was gonna be how Naomi backwards is I Moan. The style is very millennial, like if Punpun could text.
Three Ways by Jay Maria Simpson def wins for prettiest poem w/ liquid silk rivers and sugary-sharing tarts, the poetic connection between mind and body. Karl Koweski really made me laugh w/ a piece about how there are no poets in Hollywood and even if there were, they don't deserve the starlets they could scoop up.
I don't get any of the refs in Mt. Olympus but know others would and it could find a home in the pop culturey Daily Drunk. There's something about getting older then it not being too bad if you have porn while your lady's at Walgreens, lol. Jane of the Jungle by Casey Renee Kiser uses one of my fav images, "swirling drain heart." A line that will resonate w/ many is "Can’t commit, can’t decide on anything except to hold back." I like calling out their mothers. Everyone says the opposite, but mothers don't get called out enough. You raised them, of course you're a big part of who to blame.
We end with late nights under a lamp post, panty sniffers, and mushroom potions drank by who sounds like the eclectically crazy/trolly Grimes. "Star of storms" saints, the penultimate stanza jade egg elegant.
July 8, 2024
Seeing as it is summer I thought it best to read a summer issue from HSTQ, I am way behind schedule as always so have cracked open 2023. Getting us started is Daniel S. Irwin, he gives us a good laugh about his first ever book and how much money he made from it. Next up was the insanely long title "The Human Condition According to Cardinale Lotario de� Conti di Segni, Pope Innocent III (1198-1216)" by Tony Dawson, loved this one, nice bit of rhyming too. This book was off to the great start.
The hits kept coming...God on High by Willie Smith, a classy bit of beat poetry, Johnny Scarlotti the gratest wordsmith there ever was, shares with us his first book signing experience, guns and moist books are included, Scarlotti never disappoints and I'm usually grinning away by the end of the first
line.
A fine collection of the most depraved and outrageous poetry so far released by HSTQ...This is the 24th book I've read from this series and still not bored...keep 'em coming.
The hits kept coming...God on High by Willie Smith, a classy bit of beat poetry, Johnny Scarlotti the gratest wordsmith there ever was, shares with us his first book signing experience, guns and moist books are included, Scarlotti never disappoints and I'm usually grinning away by the end of the first
line.
A fine collection of the most depraved and outrageous poetry so far released by HSTQ...This is the 24th book I've read from this series and still not bored...keep 'em coming.
September 26, 2023
"he walked away discouraged
there ain't no secret voice from beyond
calling to these jumpers
no dark omen hovering over 58
it's just dang easy"
-from 'Light a Candle at 58' by Donna Dallas
One of my faves from this issue. Though, I have a lot of faves. We get another hype dose of the cartoon violence that is Johnny $carlotti. I always feel so Saturday morning-Fruity Pebbles and Mom's stolen meds-nostalgic when reading Johnny. I got wet for 'my first book signing' simply because he wrote the word 'library'. My imagination went wild.
Also, I didn't know how much I needed the phrase 'face-f*ck aftermath'. Cheers, PW Covington.
I'm proud to be part of this issue, of course, recalling a my time in the trenches as everyone's favorite emotional ragdoll. Eh, in the words of Tori, "I have crawled my way back and I'm never going back again- to crucify myself".
More in depth review to come. x
there ain't no secret voice from beyond
calling to these jumpers
no dark omen hovering over 58
it's just dang easy"
-from 'Light a Candle at 58' by Donna Dallas
One of my faves from this issue. Though, I have a lot of faves. We get another hype dose of the cartoon violence that is Johnny $carlotti. I always feel so Saturday morning-Fruity Pebbles and Mom's stolen meds-nostalgic when reading Johnny. I got wet for 'my first book signing' simply because he wrote the word 'library'. My imagination went wild.
Also, I didn't know how much I needed the phrase 'face-f*ck aftermath'. Cheers, PW Covington.
I'm proud to be part of this issue, of course, recalling a my time in the trenches as everyone's favorite emotional ragdoll. Eh, in the words of Tori, "I have crawled my way back and I'm never going back again- to crucify myself".
More in depth review to come. x
September 8, 2023
As usual, nice poetry and always a pleasure to red indie authors, well done
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