Give Pinocchio enough
String –
And he’ll hang himself
Like a real man.
Category Archives: Sound of the Underland
The Underland Review: This Zine is a Lie. Issue 3.
The glitch won.
Normal content has been corrupted.
Issue One of The Underland Review: This Zine is a Lie is now live — 57 pages of poetry, prose, art, and soft monsters from the margins of the algorithm.
Pay what you want. Hold it in your hands. Or vanish into the archive.
Incident Preparedness Guidelines: Safety Procedures for Unplanned Happenings and Such.
Following these hints will ensure that fear is managed adequately and without unnecessary fuss.
meditation, two
meditation, two
Modernizing the Constitution: Lessons from a Signal Chat. Part 4.
The Founding Fathers return from the afterlife to discover what America did with the Constitution. They are not impressed.
In this Signal Thread–style satire, ghosts rewrite the Sixth Amendment, arguing about speedy trials, juries, plea deals, and why PowerPoint should never be admissible evidence.
Untitled (Birds)
Birds fall from the sky
Call for Submissions: The Underland Review. This Zine is a Lie.
A call for poets, glitchers, microfictionists, rebels, and ghosts.
The Underland Review wants work that twitches, burns, self-destructs.
We are extending our deadling to February 5th 2026 for the next edition of the zine!
Call for Submissions: The Underland Review. This Zine is a Lie.
A call for poets, glitchers, microfictionists, rebels, and ghosts.
The Underland Review wants work that twitches, burns, self-destructs.
No bios. No AI sludge. No gods. Just stories that shouldn’t exist.
The spectrum is helical & every arrow is a boomerang.
There are nights when silence moves like prey.
Ode to the Canari
The soft O of your lullaby cracked like the wound,
We once called progress for a farthing or two.
