While I’m catching up on news, here is Breach magazine’s review of my upcoming collection, Collision.
Stories are ruthless, nothing is safe—even the child who offers a lollipop and loses a wrist to the Clint Eastwood dog. Breukelaar experiments with the Gothic and queries the queer. Bedded within the tales is a voluptuous energy that turns pages. Tables pirouette in a blink and, before you know it, the story is eleven shades grimmer.
Thanks to Eugen Bacon and Breech Mag for the words.
You can pre-order Collision here and everywhere.