Imagine Edgar Allan Poe, the Marquis de Sade, and Charles Bukowski growing up in the streets together in the later half of the 20th century and publishing a mag and you'll get a sense of what's going on here. Bondage and pagan imagery combined with sex, death, and dementia poetry (the only three categories that matter--the beginning, end, and what goes on in between). The quotes from Crowley's "Book of Lies" seem to fit perfectly here. Editor C Ra McGuirt is a wickedly brilliant intelligence and has assembled what amounts to a blunt instrument of subterfuge, and with streetwise surreality perhaps holds closer to the original meaning of genius as an inhabiting spirit.--Jake Berry
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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