One year in the making, I present to you “Obscurities of the Doom Horizon,” a romantic, post-apocalyptic sci-fi slasher novelette for your reading pleasure. It is built as a novel idea of forty eight interconnected stories. There are creatures dripping goo, brainwashing, crime, paranoia, hallucinations, true love, and much more. If this was a film, I would suspect a hybrid of Lynch and Raimi would have to get on board, would certainly be welcomed. Or, whoever just directed Life of Pi. Perhaps this, this obscurity of the doom horizon, is my Life of Pi. Thank you for reading.
A horror poem, of sorts, in which a sound-artist is duped by self-deception. I wrote the bulk of this in a chain coffee shop in the Lianmaqiao district of Beijing while dealing with bucket-loads of personal demons. There are many people lurking under the surface of this poem, people that inspire and frighten that deserve to be tucked in and put to rest. Thank you, Gone Lawn. You’re beautiful.