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The Imperial Youth Review


Evening, dawn. The might hunter returns from the sky, to the sky. Orion- mighty hunter.  Fear his sword. His..sword. “I’m sorry,” she laughs. “His sword. That’s fucking ridiculous.”

I love her. So much. I’d eat her pussy all day long, all night strong. I’d wear her like a hat. The mighty hunter returns from the sky- Orion, iron-thewed, hair shorn like a rough barbarian- business up front, pleasure in the back.  Liquor up front, poker in the rear.

“Yes please.”

Orion’s snake dangles from his belt and wraps cock-like around his leg, past the bald patch on his calf where the harness boots he usually wears rub the hair off, past his ankle, with a hiss, to the top of his British Knights.


The mighty hunter spits out the nicotine patch he has been chewing and within moments seems to blur, to fade,  to recede from everyone’s vision as…

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The Imperial Youth Review

go back, jack

Sunday morning. You’ve awoken to the warm smell of an empty kettle on a blazing hotplate. Scrambling to turn the damn thing off, you’re reminded of what an old-timer recently told you- that Sunday mornings in summertime used to be full of the warm smell of colitas, but that a brief spasm of anti-colonial sentiment ended up with all the dope plants cut down and burned in a landfill far outside of town, their sweet vapors mingling with wine, and kerosene, and worse. Morning used to be a sweet routine on Rue de Becker et Fagen, you have been informed by stubbly foreign old-timers, whose depth of wrinkles and yellowness of hat-brims lend them the appropriate authority. “Heed our warnings,” their Carolina Herrera cologne seems to say. “We have been playing dominoes on this corner for A THOUSAND YEARS.” This is not important right now. For the moment, you have…

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Recent publications

So, I’ve done a post about the Cabinet of Curiosities, but I’ve had a few things put out recently and I figured I could share them.


I did this!

Fellow Crappy Indie Music contributor Ron Trembath is the mastermind behind Children of Mercy, a full-on media project benefitting and helping raise awareness for Cystic Fibrosis.  The biggest part of this is the book (click above to visit the site, and buy it!) which is a collection of essays by a sweet variety of people working in the indie music world, including yours truly.  I contributed a piece called “Bucket Lists Are Bullshit”, and I also designed the aniconist cover image!  Along with the book was a compilation album featuring an international assortment of cool bands, including my project Coeur Machant.  You can listen to it for free here, but do the cystic fibrosis charities a solid and buy it at the link above.  Rumor has it this has done so well that a second album is coming out, featuring another Coeur Machant track.


Another benefit anthology- this time for the victims of the tsunami in Japan, specifically orphans in the affected provinces.  I contributed a short piece, “The Norwegian Makes Lemonade”, which is, yes, one of my Norwegian stories, originally written as an on-the-spot poetry performance.  Make sure to click on the link above- this anthology is available in multiple formats, and get this- it’s got one of the best list of authors I’ve ever seen.  Michael Moorcock, John Shirley, Robert Price, Trent Zelaszny, David Agranoff, Bradley Sands, Andersen Prunty, Ash Lomen, and many many more.


This antho, edited by my bud Cameron Pierce, is just for fun, but still has quite the assortment of awesome authors: Mykle Hansen, Kevin L. Donihe, Bradley Sands again, Cody Goodfellow, and of course, yours truly.  The art is by Dave Brockie, who you may know in his other life as Oderus Urungus from GWAR.  My piece, “Extra Lives”, was based on a total throwaway story idea from years ago, that turned into both a charming love story and meditation on popular culture.  It’s much… jokier, let’s say, than almost anything I’ve ever written.


So, I didn’t contribute anything to this book, but I was quoted in it.  Yes, quoted in it, on the subject of steampunk.  To be quoted in a book by one of my new favorite authors, Jeff Vandermeer, is pretty amazing.  To be able to consider him a friend, just as amazing.  This coffee table book is truly cool.  Check it out.














This one isn’t out yet, but I’ve got a piece in there and I’m very excited.  Let me tell you why.  I wrote a piece of flash fiction that was about as avant-garde as I get.  It’s written in second person, and in order to get the full understanding of the piece, a knowledge of the songs of Black Sabbath and ability to read tablature are a must.   Why is it in this anthology of love stories?  The protagonist is in a wheelchair.  I am proud to be a part of this very cool project, and it’s nice to find this piece a home after waaaayyyy too many rejections.

Well, that’s it for now.  I’m working on several more projects- I’m finally returning to collaboration with my dear friend Ash Lomen, working on a truly chilling set of stories with a disgusting conceit.  I’m also starting to record a song cycle based on real life haunted/creepy locations, starting with “Annan Road”.  I’ll put some songs up as they get finished.

Until next time…


Why do I neglect my blog?

I don’t know, man. It’s always been hard to keep a blog going. There’s just a lazy part of me that thinks, “Ah, I have plenty of pithy things to say on Facebook, why duplicate…” But now that I see Vince Kramer has a blog, I guess I should keep up with the Joneses. Or Kramers. Anyway, I know I have plenty of good stuff to write about- guess I will just have to try harder.

“Thackery Lambshead’s Cabinet of Curiosities”

This highly anticipated anthology is out July 12th! If you like steampunk, ephemera, fringe science, althistory, pseudoscholarship… this is like a dream come true. Edited by Ann and Jeff Vandermeer, it contains stories and artwork by Alan Moore, Michael Moorcock, China Mieville, Mike Mignola, and a crapton of other awesome people. Including me… check out my microfiction/illustration “Coffin Torpedo” on page 294!

Order it here: http://www.amazon.com/Thackery-T-Lambshead-Cabinet-Curiosities/dp/0062004751/

Freedom, gratitude

You know, there was a time that I was not free.

Most people aren’t- but I am lucky in that to some measure I am free.

Worked hard today, and now it’s night.  The groceries are brought in, wife and daughter are tucked in bed.  So I’m a husband and father, but now- tonight?  What am I?  Well, tonight I am a composer.  There’s something amazing about being able to say that.  To be able to do that.

It’s because I was aware of the choice to be free that I escaped the clutches of despair.  So in gratitude, while I begin my musical work, I have lit an incense.  For the Tathagatha, who was willing to share what he discovered.  For that ol’ rugged dharma that I am fortunate enough to have found.  And of course for the sangha- not only the monastics who keep it precious and true, but my friends and fellow practitioners who are here in the world working diligently at salvation.  Peace out.

Filthy filthy filthy

Okay,first post made on a phone. Brave new world, eh.

So, what I’m posting about is that I am at the HPL film fest, and waiting for the short films to start.  Saw the Eraserhead Press folks, gave them a copy of STOMPING. Met Cody Goodfellow, moved over to give ST Joshi a seat… And now I am writing names of awesome titles in my moleskine. I pledge to write great things.  UPDATE! I am now sitting with Ed and watching the Howie awards.  Great stuff.