By: James Parker

“I am here to take this story by the throat.”

By: James Parker

“Fuck the rhyme, the sacred slime / that sticks the words together!”

By: James Parker

Godflesh’s “Christbait Rising”

By: James Parker

The Modern Lovers’ SHE CRACKED

By: James Parker

Re-re-re-watching an episode of Seinfeld.

By: James Parker

“I live in my rhyme. / I get killed all the time.”

By: James Parker

I was 11; I was at an all-boys boarding school in Suffolk, England.

By: James Parker

Entire worlds snapped into being.

By: James Parker

“My blade is aphoristic./You will admire its wit.”

By: James Parker

“My eyes ache from seeing./My balls ache from being.”

By: James Parker

Oh in your slimy seal-womb hide me./My last earth-breath expands inside me.

By: James Parker

“And what are you worth,/old man, if you can’t rouse the earth?”

By: James Parker

Introduction to our 2012 edition of H. Rider Haggard’s sci-fi novel.

By: James Parker

“White whorls of brain-stuff, thought in leaping arcs,/empty bottles rolling in sad parks.”

By: James Parker

“Charms, curses, laments, shamanic hallucinations, creation stories, health remedies, farming tips, song-battles…”