Liver Mush by Graham Irvin

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Liver Mush is a book about liver mush. Liver mush is a pork liver and cornmeal based food eaten mostly for breakfast and mostly in Western North Carolina. Liver mush is a hard sell because most people don’t want to eat liver and most people question meat called mush. Liver Mush is a collection of stories and poems based on the conflict of bad sounding things being good. Good seeming things being bad. Most things being unidentifiable. Memory being blurry and vague. Home being slathered on a biscuit. Home being a cat named Bambi. Liver Mush is a book for people who feel bad after eating too much but keep on eating. It’s a question that doesn’t matter and an answer that does:

Yes, I want some liver mush.

“I enjoyed Liver Mush—a fun, funny, playful, original, food-heavy, Bambi-including book of poems and prose.”
-Tao Lin

Good at Drugs by KKUURRTT

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The last American music festival. Psychedelics, nose drugs, and house music. Except this time something feels different. Not sure what? End of the world? Drug-induced conspiracy? Nah.

An adventure in the mind of an adventurous mind. Tripping, rolling, and dissociating through the musical and/or pharmacological ropes course that is a three day music festival.

Good At Drugs is a garrulous book full of despicable characters, unabashed heathenism and the nearly unintelligible ramblings of a degenerate drug abuser on the cusp of a midlife crisis. In short I wish I had the talent and experience to write a novel as pure and beautiful myself.” – Steve Anwyll, author of Welfare

Good At Drugs is a porta potty of reckless living — a beautiful, never-ending, substance-abused nightmare of shitty music festivals, shitty rave, and shitty people. Think Fear and Loathing at Coachella. It reads like drugs because KKUURRTT writes like drugs. Lick this blurb — does it taste like drugs? FFUUCCKK YYEESS.” – Brian Alan Ellis, author of Bad Poet

“An intense trip through the throbbing fringe-culture of music festivals and the colorful characters who devote their life to four-on-the-floor concussive sound waves and mind-altering substances passed freely from hand to mouth to butt […] KKUURRTT is the funniest person I know and this book is overflowing with that humor. A belly laugh on almost every page.” – Tex Gresham, author of Heck Texas

Watertown by Dan Eastman

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Watertown is a book of poems about traffic accidents, dive bars, drunk dads, Wrestlemania XIV, peanut butter sandwiches, piss stains in the snow, first kisses, and those little trees that dangle from your rearview mirror as you slip over black ice on the way to your minimum wage job. It’s a nostalgia trip for people who hate nostalgia trips. It’s about loving something that will never love you back. It’s a place somewhere upstate. It’s Watertown.

“You pull up in front of some old building and walk around and your lover rolls down the window and is like, what the hell are you doing, get inside, I’m hungry, let’s go. [Watertown] is like that, only this isn’t your turf… You’re in Eastman’s car with the little tree air Freshner dangling from the mirror, and you don’t mind watching him pace around out there in the cold. You don’t move, and you don’t dare crank the window.”
– Kat Giordano, author of The Fountain

“Reading Eastman’s poetry is like emerging from a dive bar in the middle of the day, leaving you more than a little intoxicated and courageous. Don’t be surprised to find your knees wobbly and your head swimming, ready to meet the sun reflecting off the snowbanks, your heart still pounding with the beauty of some half-forgotten tale.”
– Spesh to Death, rapper and former Watertown resident

Venice by TJ Larkey

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Ty has escaped to Los Angeles. Stuck in a cycle of wandering the boardwalk in search of a dealer and attending group interviews for minimum-wage jobs, he soon finds himself even more broke than before. Can he get it together? Ideally, maybe. That might be a stretch, though. Told through the dry nonchalance of an American everyman, T.J. Larkey weaves a darkly funny adventure full of isolation, self destruction, and breaking bread with a mouse.

Numbskull by No Glykon

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Numbskull is a cat-type thing. It’s a safe word for having serious conversations. It’s graffiti scrawled on a broken speaker. Framed by No Glykon’s fine-tuned minimalism, Numbskull is a hazy shot tracking youth in decay: four fuckheads flickering through basement noise shows, the gun aisle in Walmart, internships out in Endless Summer, and trepidatious texts about maybe getting some drinks tomorrow night. Everything in Numbskull is a little blurry or out of focus or whatever. So go ahead and tear up your clothes for fashion. Grow some golden antlers. Put an apple on your head and let Numbskull pull the trigger.

Numbskull is like the dream you have after getting high and staring at the sun for too long, a dream you don’t want to wake up from. It’s populated by people you know and people you want to. Its images slot into the folds of your brain and stay there… You will want to read Numbskull on an endless loop, like leaving a song on repeat until it becomes part of the texture of your life.”
– Cassandra de Alba, author of Ugly/Sad

“It’s a book about young people doing typical young people things, like going to parties and playing shows, but it is also something that is uniquely itself— dark, tender, magical, and weird.”
– Juliet Escoria, author of Juliet the Maniac, Black Cloud, and Witch Hunt

I Could Be Your Neighbor, Isn’t That Horrifying? by Cavin Bryce Gonzalez

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These are the confessions of a stagnant college graduate seeking solace from his invasive thoughts and the Floridian-Hellscape written in the form of short stories, poems, and everything in-between. Take a tour around a neighborhood plagued by the presence of a young hermit struggling with a gas station hot dog diet, an evil twin, obnoxious neighbors, elves, and the ever present whispers from inside his noggin urging him toward self destruction.

I Could Be Your Neighbor is like a fun-house mirror. You’ll recognize yourself in it but you may not like the reflection.”
– Hannah Gordon, literary angel and CHEAP POP managing editor

“Cavin Gonzalez could be John Barth’s long lost secret step baby. With an appetite for disaster and experimental fiction, Gonzalez is a writer to watch. I Could Be Your Neighbor is one young man’s reckoning that includes puppies, honey chipotle chicken crispers, and all kinds of heart.”
– Michael Graves, author of Parade and Dirty One

“I read Cavin’s flash collection then I shaved my head and drove on the wrong side of the highway, ran naked through Target.”
– Mike Andrelczyk, author of The Iguana Green City & Other Poems

“Cavin Gonzalez is a Floridian Rimbaud, with eyes that see the world more clearly than we do. I Could Be Your Neighbor, a hybrid of prose and poetry, not really comfortable being either, reminds me of the newly-discovered purple octopi roaming the ocean floor – weird, funny, lovable, unexpected, and with more than a touch of menace. Gonzalez’ words are open, yet opaque, horrific and horrifically funny.”
– James Nulick, author of Haunted Girlfriend

Time. Wow. by Neil Clark

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A love story spanning 65 million years. A kid with a skyscraper growing on his head. The fate of a note sitting in a jacket pocket for decades. A rumour of a black hole hiding in the ocean. In Neil Clark’s stunning debut collection, the cosmic and the mundane collide, drawing the reader through breathless twists of fate and exposing the poignant truths hidden where you least expect them. Clark’s succinct and imaginative prose glints like old starlight on a new diamond ring.

Time. Wow. by Neil Clark is a brilliantly original collection of micro fiction on the nature of existence. Witty, touching and sometimes very sad, these stories are deeply pertinent to the world today and show the ways in which people cope with life when everything becomes alien.”
– Jude Higgins, Director, Flash Fiction Festival & Recipient of Bath Flash Fiction Award

Time. Wow. is both playful and serious in its exploration of what it means to be human. Travelling across time, space and dimensions, Clark cleverly uses the hugest of themes to unpick the smallest of truths. Stories lean towards an acknowledgement of the universality of pain with a much-needed strand of hope. In particular, ‘Talk’ and ‘+0’ are gut-punch pieces that showcase the author to be an up-and-coming voice whose whispers just might echo into your past and future.”
– Stephanie Hutton, author of Three Sisters of Stone

Photographs of Madness: Inside Out by Alec Ivan Fugate

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There exists an apartment that omits a warm and comfortable smell. Many have lived in it. All have gone missing, met a form of madness in that wicked place. Photographs of Madness: Inside Out is a poetically styled flash fiction collection composed of four parts. Each section spans years between the last, linking each of the four unique character through the horrors they experienced in their cursed lives. Observe as the larger sickness at hand unfolds, dare to unveil the secrets behind that secret, damp door that reeks of cardamon pods. Using an abstract writing style and unique typesetting, Fugate showcases rapid mental decline and surreal imagery in this emotionally provocative and unnerving work.

“It’s the kind of text that is imbued with all of the best stuff: hidden meanings, implied silences and phantasmagorical imagery. The use of repetition here is fastidious and honestly, astounding. This is real work— work that reads like it was translated meticulously, without losing or sacrificing any of the heart.” 
– Mike Kleine, author of Kanley Stubrick

“In Photographs of Madness: Inside Out, all sense and senses are ravaged. This a beautifully vivid and ridiculously poetic read.”
– Arielle Tipa, Founding Editor of Occulum and author of Daughter-Seed

A Completely Nonexistent Carnival by Cavin Bryce Gonzalez

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He refuses to leave his house. The ramen boxes are piling up. Bong water seeps into the floors. He has forgotten how it feels to touch another person. Paranoia peaks as reality dissolves, as eyes turn to shredded gelatin and we are consumed whole by the shadow of every person who has ever lived. Rats dance about the living room. The TV has gone static. His brain has gone static. The medicine has stopped working. And, if you listen closely, you can hear the carnival music leaking from his ears and mouth.