Hi,
Got a new short story up at Berfrois.
A journal situated in Camden, London.
They describe themselves as being, "intellectual jousting in the republic of letters".
Here's an excerpt:
"The boys at solitude. Summer meadows into a Theme Park, no matter what its breed or colour. A Cornucopia of continual creation. The bomb, it goes off. A geyser of cosmic generosity; therefore it stirs under Betty like a giant something-or-other. Betty is eating butter cake, achieved enlightenment, lightning frames and her son pays the bill. The food’s passed round, nostalgia for unborn perfections, a different mask of language, sheer paranoia, UFO conspiracies, homophobia, the caveman and peasant commune, the Space City, a Salon Apocalypse, Secret Theatre. Betty is now a star-faring mutant, con man and free prince. I am afraid of bombs. Anthropology, the elegant laziness of hunter/gatherer society, representing the flip-side of ghoulish “health food”. The nothing hours of doled-out freedom, obscene flayed death-trip bogey nailed to the priest-kings. Rioters wearing slippers, pyjamas, within two hours they escape the body and return, systems based on inner liberation..."
Read the rest here. The story is titled, "Castrato Hidden on the Sewer Ditch Drags".
Here's some new Mattress Grave - "Abhuman Genome".
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