Monster, Other, Ugly, Beauty: A Reading and Conversation with Hari Alluri, Julia Evans and Ryan Bradford, and Greg Van Eekhout.
Hari Alluri is an award-winning poet, educator and teaching artist whose work appears widely in anthologies, journals and online venues. He is the author of Carving Ashes and The Promise of Rust, and his new collection is The Flayed City. “Hari Alluri is Michaux for our time. Which is to say: he is the poet who is able to find myth in our days of sorrow and displacement, when so many lose homes and identities, Hari Alluri offers a new music.” – Ilya Kaminsky, author of Dancing in Odessa.
Julia Evans and Ryan Bradford will share perspectives on women and horror, with Black Candies: Gross and Unlikeable.
Local author Greg Ven Eekhout is the creator of the contemporary fantasy California Bones series.
Hari Alluri is an author who, according to U.S. Poet Laureate Juan Felipe Herrera, “carries a new, quiet brush of multi-currents, of multi-worlds to paint this holographic life-scape.” In The Flayed City, Alluri gives an intimate look into the lives of city dwellers and immigrants, imagining the souls that reside in “broom-filled nights”, “skyscrapers for buoys”, and under an “aluminum rising sun”. The charged poems in The Flayed City sweep together “an archipelago song” scored by memory and landscape, history and mythology, desire and loss. Driven by what is residual—of displacement, of family, of violent yet delicate masculinity, of undervalued yet imperative work—Alluri's lines quiver with the poet's distinctive rendering of praise and lament steeped with “gravity and blood” where “the smell of ants being born surrounds us” and “city lights form constellations // invented to symbolize war.”
“In its commitment to action, Hari Alluri’s The Flayed City is a guide through layers of identity, language, association and loss. We enter the city as a metaphorical space, as a complex location, with poems that speak to a nomadic subjectivity, always traversing the knowable world of empathy and memory. Alluri’s sumptuous language, his prophetic warnings and his carving up of the visible world with sonic alacrity, are a testament to our times. The Flayed City puts its ear to the earth and sings an unforgettable chorus.”
—Sandeep Parmar, author of Eidolon
Told with a “contraband tongue,” Hari Alluri’s The Flayed City witnesses the city in transformation—a ghosted landscape which holds reached-across oceans, collapsed mornings and imminent danger. Despite ever-present soldiers, despite oil-slicked rift, The Flayed City is a love song to difficult memory, to naming a “thousand pent-up names” swelling in the grass, a tender letter voicing “a yearning to arrange our grief” in a future world desperate against war.
—Ching-In Chen, author of The Heart's Traffic
A journal of literary horror by women-identifying writers
A journal of literary horror fiction and art: 28 stories by all women contributors. Gross and unlikeable is reality. When women tackle the stories that are handed down to them or muck about in the narratives bodies share or live in the liminal as they do in this collection, they aren’t evoking a theme, but destroying the lie of women tamed, of women just so.
I'm Sam. I'm just this guy. Okay, yeah, I'm a golem created from the substance of his own magic by the late Hierarch of Southern California. With a lot of work, I might be able to wield magic myself. I kind of doubt it, though. Not like Daniel Blackland can. Daniel's the reason the Hierarch's gone and I'm still alive. He's also the reason I've lived my entire life on the run. Ten years of never, ever going back to Los Angeles. Daniel's determined to protect me. To teach me. But it gets old. I've got nobody but Daniel. I'll never do anything normal. Like attend school. Or date a girl. Now it's worse. Because things are happening back in LA. Very bad people are building a Pacific firedrake, a kind of ultimate weapon of mass magical destruction. Daniel seemed to think only he could stop them. Now Daniel's been hurt. I managed to get us to the place run by the Emmas. (Many of them. All named Emma. It's a long story.) They seem to be healing him, but he isn't going anyplace soon. Do I even have a reason for existing, if it isn't to prevent this firedrake from happening? I'm good at escaping from things. Now I've escaped from Daniel and the Emmas, and I'm on my way to LA. This may be the worst idea I ever had.