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This issue we’re entering into the unknown and the otherworldly, exploring strange worlds and stranger beings--not to mention the twisted, terrifying depths of some of the weirdest authors’ minds.
Subversive and thought provoking? Yes.
Crazy as a box of Buck Roger’s Intergalactic Fruit Loops? Most definitely.
Dark, dreamy, and disgustingly depraved? Would it really be Polluto if it wasn’t?

Remember Issue 4 (Queer & Loathing in Wonderland) of Polluto? Well you may recall that Deb Hoag got so excited by its title she wrote a scandalous short story called 'Queer & Loathing on the Yellow Brick Road'. Never one to say no to a challenge, Dog Horn Publishing's Mistress of Letters has now finished a novel based on the same short, with the same title. If it's anything like her fantastic last book, Crashin' the Real it'll go down a treat! Keep your eyes peeled for updates, or join our mailing list.

Her face was wreathed in steam. “Primero aqui!” she screeched at the barman who ducked into the broiling air to retrieve my tapas.

I looked at the little dish he put before me: waxy globes in salsa… unusual. Were those eggs? Along the bar the locals tucked in regardless. A series of old men dressed in fading tweeds and all smoking pipes.

I had passed this tiny place a few days previously on one of my missions. Nothing more than a shady room from which there issued the beautiful sounds of a harmonica. All the way down the street that raucous and sweet sound followed me. In the evening it haunted me.

(Call it life. Call it living)

thin eyes

stares through the glass
nose gone rotting

into mouth
she can no longer clean herself