Exactly the Wrong Things by Joseph M. Monks
David J. Schow (The Crow) has called Joseph M. Monks "one of the godfathers of splatterpunk."
Candace Nola just won what? A Splatterpunk Award for her anthology, Baker's Dozen, and Franklin E. Wales can scoop the human chum with the best of 'em, as delivered in his recent anthology: The Forgotten Dream Park. Seems like there's a theme here... There's some Lovecraftian monstrosities lurking inside. Flesh-eating. Oddball carnies on a Hellish midway. It's got enough gross-out goods for Edward Lee to have supplied the opening line from The Bighead to kick off each of the three tales, Christine Morgan supplying a challenge line, and Joe's happy to put the Feel Ya in 'necropedocopronepiophilia'. (A Godless first?) This is a true, '80s-style throwback to the days when you'd order a chapbook from the back of Rolling Stone and be put on a government watch list. Stone wouldn't have the balls to let these 3 sickos advertise there, so you'll have to order through Godless.