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Witches, demons, and grief stalk a blasted wasteland. Pessimism and hope glimmer in odd constellations. Featuring poems that previously appeared in Nightmare Magazine, Vastarien Literary Journal, and Augur Magazine, Elegies of Rotting Stars is a harrowing journey through the horrors of apocalypse, climate change, and colonialism. A collection of horror poetry for a world on fire.

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🖤. Art By Esther Limones

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The Vampire’s Lair.

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“Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.”

— Li-Young Lee, interviewed by Matthew Fluharty for The Missouri Review (via girlinlondon)

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“‘Somewhere out here the last ivorybill died. Thirty years ago probably. I still listen for them. What sense does that make? They’re gone forever.’ 'I didn’t know you were a bird watcher.' 'I’m not, I’m a forever watcher.’”

— Cormac McCarthy, from The Passenger (Alfred A. Knopf, 2022)

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The Sleeping Mermaid

Artist : Florence Mary Anderson

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extremely fucked up that the only way out is through

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extremely fucked up that trusting the process is all we can do

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Meditatum, by Maéna Paillet, via ArtStation.

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“Viy”, illustration by Eduard Novikov

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“Gothic horror is often built on a series of repetitions that create a sense of impending doom, “as if events were never entirely the unique and unrepeated product of human choices, but rather the replication of an unknown or buried pattern”, in the words of David B. Morris. In folk horror narratives, ritual serves a particular purpose: its repetitive nature implies that it is inescapable, that it will forever be replicated. The origins of these rituals are lost in time, their limits are outside our reason. If the gothic protagonist, entrapped in a manor house, feels the weight of the past manifesting as a family curse, the folk horror protagonist becomes a prisoner of the landscape and these rituals. The pattern that is being replicated is dictated by the seasons, by the fertility of the land: it is in the soil itself, and in the landscape, and it demands blood.”

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Hellebore #1, The Sacrifice Issue

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