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Author: APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL

a journal of edgy extrapolations, fringe fascinations, occult obsessions, risky ruminations, and aberrant associations.

“DIONYSUS IN VEGAS”

“DIONYSUS IN VEGAS”

A dice within a fableShowing the sides of manCards upon a gambling tableCondemned by PanWhy’d you leave the stable?How fast you ran!Into foolish bets you were ever unable to cash inFrom the pastures of OlympusYou have descended onto the gates of Caesar’s PalaceI guess you took the under on destinyFor a chance to win mortalityAnd … Continue reading “DIONYSUS IN VEGAS”

Posted on April 1, 2023 by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIALPosted in Poetry

LA PROVIDENTIAL: AN INTERVIEW WITH STEVEN POWELL

LA PROVIDENTIAL: AN INTERVIEW WITH STEVEN POWELL

Steven Powell announced that he was writing and releasing the first ever James Ellroy biography Love Me Fierce In Danger on my podcast Tales From The Mall in May of 2022.   And now, a little less than a year later, the book is out, and Steven Powell let me interview him again. I read Steven … Continue reading LA PROVIDENTIAL: AN INTERVIEW WITH STEVEN POWELL

Posted on March 30, 2023 by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIALPosted in Interviews

‘U WANNA BE AN ANGEL?’

‘U WANNA BE AN ANGEL?’

for Nadezhda Alliluyeva There’s a black stage at night and it’s illuminated by single spotlight. No real reason for it being there. MR. BEAN BEAMED DOWN FROM ABOVE It’s also an enormous cobblestone plaza on which processions form up, then disintegrate. And it’s stripped of what makes it what it is after 12am: a vision … Continue reading ‘U WANNA BE AN ANGEL?’

Posted on March 28, 2023March 28, 2023 by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIALPosted in Fiction

“LARSON’S USED SHOFAR”

“LARSON’S USED SHOFAR”

Larson spotted a ram’s hornin a little out-of-the-way shophe blowed it, and it blewit sounded like heavenso Larson is now Jewor a quarter, seehe is almost all the way therehe just doesn’t likeany of the reform doctrinewhich he winces at“I’m true” he saysit’s a treat to watch him blowit when he’s wearinghis brass knuckles and … Continue reading “LARSON’S USED SHOFAR”

Posted on March 25, 2023 by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIALPosted in Poetry

THE IMMORTAL DREAMS OF SOURDOUGH

THE IMMORTAL DREAMS OF SOURDOUGH

My job requires me to spend time with people that don’t get many visitors. As a result you develop a relationship with each of them. It wasn’t like that at first with her though. The realities of her situation made her somewhat withdrawn, and we met in such a professional context that neither of us … Continue reading THE IMMORTAL DREAMS OF SOURDOUGH

Posted on March 23, 2023March 23, 2023 by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIALPosted in Fiction

THE SYMBOLIC DENIGRATION OF GALACTIC CIVILIZATIONS

THE SYMBOLIC DENIGRATION OF GALACTIC CIVILIZATIONS

(or, Another Solution to the Fermi Paradox) It was hungry. There had been little to feed on in the void between one spiral arm and another and what dark matter it had managed to scoop into its maw had barely sustained it on the crossing. Still, it had set itself this challenge – to seek … Continue reading THE SYMBOLIC DENIGRATION OF GALACTIC CIVILIZATIONS

Posted on March 21, 2023 by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIALPosted in Fiction

“BORDELLO”

“BORDELLO”

Fiftie-one ladys on the stairsuppie downie uppie downyOne Eye Bad Eye One Tooth Goneshe layes down again. She spittes cherrys from the windowleft eye sees when he steales innechacking mortar ‘gainst the pestleshe lies down again. Standing ‘bove a gilten mirrorscrying hard to see her sinnevinnegar fingers round her collarshe layes down again. Lady whistles … Continue reading “BORDELLO”

Posted on March 18, 2023March 18, 2023 by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIALPosted in Poetry

THE WEASELFOLK GAME

THE WEASELFOLK GAME

Nobody knows how the first Weaselfolk came to be, but we know they were first noticed in Chicago. If we still had scientists — and science in general — perhaps we’d still be trying to figure out their strange physiognomic and, above all, psychological origins. At first they were just a public nuisance. People assumed … Continue reading THE WEASELFOLK GAME

Posted on March 16, 2023March 16, 2023 by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIALPosted in Fiction

AND WE DRINK THE DEAD

AND WE DRINK THE DEAD

Inna Lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’un “I don’t want to give a bad impression about myself, that I am a death worshiper, or that any inquiries made into my writings or philosophies might lead someone astray. I am absolutely and unequivocally pro-body. Look at me, I’ve built my body well through the discourse of healthful … Continue reading AND WE DRINK THE DEAD

Posted on March 14, 2023March 14, 2023 by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIALPosted in Fiction

“BENNINGTON GIRL”

“BENNINGTON GIRL”

These old bones live to learn her wanton ways: / (I measure time by how a body sways). -- Theodore Roethke the body of the Bennington girl was found a Hail Mary from the New Haven Line by a jogger in a high-cut leotard the officers were not happy being assigned a shapeshifting archetype & … Continue reading “BENNINGTON GIRL”

Posted on March 11, 2023March 11, 2023 by APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIALPosted in Poetry

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