We are proud to present our first releases of 2014. They are:
WITCH PISS BY SAM PINK
The most essential minimalist author of the 21st century returns with his most harrowing masterpiece yet!
I noticed it was beginning to get dark. And for a couple seconds, it was scary-like that meant the world was breaking, or expired, or bruised,
And I wondered if the direction I was going went down into the digestive system or up out of it. Wondered what difference it made. There was a bug hovering over a small pool of ice cream on the sidewalk. Like a firefly, but it wasn’t a firefly. And I could’ve stepped on it and killed it. But I didn’t. Be thankful, little bug. For in my world, you are just a little bug.or something worse. It was really scary for a couple seconds but then I calmed down. Up above, the moonlit clouds looked rippled, like the ribcage of some giant thing digesting me.
THE DOOR THAT FACED WEST BY ALAN M. CLARK
A bloody, neo-pulp western with the moral compass of Camus, this is the latest novel from celebrated artist Alan M. Clark.
In the beginning of the nineteenth century, the two murderous Harpe brothers, loyal to one another but violently at odds, go on a year-long killing spree in the American frontier, dragging with them the three wives they share between them; women who form a triangle of dependency, loyalty, jealousy, hatred, betrayal, and love.
AMERICAN MONSTER BY J.S. BREUKELAAR
A deeply original post-apocalyptic novel. Like William S. Burroughs set in Philip K. Dick’s California.
– Mommy? Are you there?
– Is everything all right?
– Everything’s fine. I just want to go home is all.
– Where are you?
– I already told you.
– Tell me again.
– Outside a pharmacy on the coast. It’s almost dawn and I’m barefoot.
– I don’t know if he’s the guy.
– When you find the guy, you can come home.
– I know. It’s just, the longer I’m here the more it…
– it hurts?
– And it’s just that we dropped I don’t know how many pills. Couldn’t you just come get me? You can drop me back, okay? I just need a break. I’d like to see
to hold, to touch, to have
In the beginning, KALI I8 created Norma (a network operation requiring minimal access) with a singular goal: bring back the horn of the perfect male.
Spill City: the coast of a near-future California, newly broken from the continental United States. In a temporary calm between storms, Norma combs the exposed intestines of the human world for the Guy. The Guy, the horn, is the only way home. If home exists. If home ever existed.
The longer Norma stays, the harder it is to remember.
She is a woman, a mother, a harbinger, a vessel, a tool, a program. She can be written and unwritten over and over again until something, someone, sticks.
And people, humans, are starting to stick.
Mommy is not pleased.