Queer and Alone

Literature & Fiction

Strahs, James

Literary

Whiskey Tit

It's hard to be sixteen. It's even harder to be sixteen in Worland Wyoming when everywhere you look is just beautifully boring. How can you even stand it? This is the tale of a young man caught up in all the beauty while being eaten alive by the boredom. Is it possible to strike a balance? Joey Truman makes an attempt in his second novel Killing The Math.

Killing the Math

Truman, Joey

The Man Who Can't Die

Frankel, Jon

I, No Other is a cerebral defibrillator you forgot had been implanted until it routinely - and unexpectedly - shocks you back to life. They may hurt at times, dear reader, the jolts of these agitations, but it is a vital hurt. With a cast of narrators on the brink of discovery in all its forms, I No Other collects Yarrow Paisley's most exquisite absurdist interludes.

I, No Other

Paisley, Yarrow

Short Stories & Anthologies

14 May: I Contain Multitudes

Kostelanetz, Richard

Poetry

Lavochkina, Svetlana

Enter the world of Silverfish, where a young man attempts to discover his identity amidst a world of increasing isolation and horror. His basement room is full of wires, rats, and silverfish. He doesn’t know his name or where he came from, only that he is the caretaker in a house of drugs, sex, and mindless violence. The Caretaker finds himself in the middle of a horrible, slithering conspiracy that threatens all of humanity. He finds that he is its unwitting accomplice. Without it, he would not have a home. He enters a romance with Olwyn, a young woman ravaged by drugs and the menace of LaMore, the man who runs the house and supplies her drugs. Suddenly, she makes things less clear, a choice must be made. They will soon uncover a terrible secret which threatens all of humanity. Silverfish, the title piece in Hobie Anthony’s first full-length novel in stories, offers a wide-angle glimpse under the microscope of Anthony’s singularly unsettled vision of the world. With taut language and gritty description, readers will be wrapped tight by the tentacles in the story. This is literary fiction with an edge, language that’ll bite you back.

Silverfish

Anthony, Hobie

Genre Fiction

Neil and Other Stories

Bradley, J.

Whiskey Tit is pleased to present our first collection of unrelenting Literary Criticism from outside the usual hellish circles. From the preface: In the work that follows, a compilation of predominantly previously-published essays on literature, ranging from bona fide scholarly interventions, to reflective articles and review-essays which I deem to be of substantial enough worth, both as themselves and as regarding their objects - I hope to have shown most pressingly a capacity for insight. When speaking of insight, Lonergan sees this phenomenon of rigorous awareness as the pivot and mediator between the concrete and the abstract. And, with due (and ludic, no doubt) humility, I couldn't agree more. To penetrate individual literary artefacts with one's reading-mind, to unravel and then re-construct their general dynamics so to speak, has been to date my most flourishing gift. And in so far, following Lonergan, as insight is 'a function not of outer circumstances but of inner conditions, ' I hold that in coming to know the various works discussed in the book of essays pursuant, among others, I have always been at the same time coming to know myself.

To My Mind

Sabbagh, Omar

History & Criticism

Fiction. Novella. "Shafts of afternoon light rained through oak and willow and eucalyptus, the boys' small faces stippled with fine golden sunspots as though behind lacework mourning veils knitted from shadow. They stood side-by-side at the edge of a broad yawn of creekbed, eyes bound to what they had discovered there amongst sedge and blackberry and wild rye. Neither spoke. But for birdsong and the muted hum of cars along the nearby avenue it was quiet, the creek gurgling softly in its summer-thinned course. A mizzle of sunbeams shone across the water in fingernail crescents, quick lustrous flashes where an overturned shopping cart formed a mounded swell. The boys remained in fainter light, motionless beside the small still pool of an inlet shaded by the steep bank's tangle of tree roots. Water skimmers skated over the pond's glassy surface, the insects' needle-thin legs dimpling the youngsters' reflections and the reflection of the infant at their feet, its image little more than a wavering smudge. 'Jesus,' one of them whispered..."."What a gift, what a glorious incantation! Each sentence, each segment in NEWBORN is a stone dropped in a pond of still, deep water awash in quiet reverberation. Like Chekhov or the legendary German writer Wolfgang Hilbig, Maes writes with uncommon lyricism and precision as he traverses the rugged emotional terrain."--Gina Ochsner"The kind of imagination evidenced by a story such as his is a reminder of what a magic trick really fine writing can be."--Erica Wagner

Newborn

Maes, Agustin

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