Too Obscene is now available!
Too Obscene is a one issue literary zine focusing on accepting poetry and flash fiction that has been deemed "too obscene" for publication by other presses.
Understand though, literary merit is being saught. Poems are not going to be published in Too Obscene simply because it uses curse words frequently, and is crammed with obscenities. Nostrovia! Poetry is offering a home for good poems and powerful prose that was inappropriate for other markets.
You can learn more about what Too Obscene and Nostrovia! Poetry o-so-badly desire by reading a particular interview with Horror Sleaze Trash.
You can preview Too Obscene below, purchase the zine from Payhip or Scribd.
Understand though, literary merit is being saught. Poems are not going to be published in Too Obscene simply because it uses curse words frequently, and is crammed with obscenities. Nostrovia! Poetry is offering a home for good poems and powerful prose that was inappropriate for other markets.
You can learn more about what Too Obscene and Nostrovia! Poetry o-so-badly desire by reading a particular interview with Horror Sleaze Trash.
You can preview Too Obscene below, purchase the zine from Payhip or Scribd.
Praise for Too Obscene
"The writing is vulgar, and lives up to the title, but there is a strong power driving every piece of literature in this collection forward." - Kylie William, Collapsing Poets
"The writing is vulgar, and lives up to the title, but there is a strong power driving every piece of literature in this collection forward." - Kylie William, Collapsing Poets
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Crucified For Cthulhu
by Scott Emerson
I hang bleeding
beneath this crown of
tentacles
trying to cleanse the world
before we all go mad
by Scott Emerson
I hang bleeding
beneath this crown of
tentacles
trying to cleanse the world
before we all go mad
You’ve Quelled It Long Enough
by Vincent William Brady
you’ve quelled it long enough
and reduced it to a nucleus
it’s the numbing of my hands
the stitches in your diaphragm
it’s her fevered lips
wrapped around his needy dick
it’s deafening;
the sifting of the sand
through the sieve of my hands
it’s their blithe smiles
their laughter
the pills under their tongues
it’s your bulimia
and my collapsing lungs
by Vincent William Brady
you’ve quelled it long enough
and reduced it to a nucleus
it’s the numbing of my hands
the stitches in your diaphragm
it’s her fevered lips
wrapped around his needy dick
it’s deafening;
the sifting of the sand
through the sieve of my hands
it’s their blithe smiles
their laughter
the pills under their tongues
it’s your bulimia
and my collapsing lungs
