Hewitt takes the reader on an inward journey into the familiar - albeit a fearful familiar that lays hidden under the bed alongside the dreaded bogeyman. Dawson, Editor and Author)Įchoes of Poe here. Hewitt! Journey into the BLOODLAND TALES and let the fear seep through your veins whilst you sit by the flickering tea-light of the night and bathe yourself in his darkness. You have not read horror, wicked doggerel, and been in the dark, unless you have tasted these crimson stained nightmares of the darkest versifier I know, Matt J. The dread begins with the gory goblet that reigns supreme, the dark pits of throat-tearing screams of vengeance. But for those who are able to realize the Baudelairean beauty that lies in decay, the Sadeian pleasure of witnessing another's hopeless prayer for mercy, the Lovecraftian awe of glancing into unilluminated gulfs in which madness dwells, Hewitt fills our descent into chaos with exquisite scenes, mixed in equal parts, of glamour and gore. You will find no words of comfort in this scarlet landscape. Love is destined to end in disillusionment and despair, and we learn our world itself is the black-tinged dream of distant alien beings our brains cannot even comprehend, beings who survive only through our suffering. There is no bright afterlife with grace and holiness only transmogrification through pain and torture as humans become parasitic spirits who lure others into torment. There is no way to reach out to those we care for only broad-axe slashes that leave gaping wounds.

Klarkash-Ton' and progresses even further into a darkness-drenched universe without redemption, mercy, or salvation. Michael Arnzen, author of Gorelets: Unpleasant PoemsīLOODLAND TALES shimmers with the decadent imagery that Clark Ashton Smith conjured so easily, and in these opalescent prose-poems Hewitt both acknowledges his debt to

Bloodland Tales by M.J. Hewitt