Vividly playful, lyrical and savage, this collection is a hell-raising romp through the dreamscape-daze and knightless badlands of sleepwalking hearts bleeding out, and rag dolls rubbed raw. No apologies, no rules, no nightlights and absolutely no rest for the crybabys, Let NightMARE tuck you in for a lucid-dark lullaby. You’ll wake up rocking if you can relate to the hell-and-back heroine.
Nobody puts this cunt in the corner, or shoves her in the backseat. Not too bright…
Kiser’s irresistible quip and lyrical dark humor reigns in this brand new punk poetry collection w/savory horror undertones. “Ruthless and borderline everything, including campy yet, blissfully dark and weird as waking life.”
— RaVenGh o st Press
Close your eyes tight and pull the covers over your head, but there is no escaping the dark disco-ball delirium of NightMARE Crush. Kiser digs deep to exhume the bones of things most of us would rather leave buried, a menagerie of living terrors and undead traumas guaranteed to send your therapist to their therapist ad infinitum. Take my advice and don’t get on her bad side, unless you want to wind up in a poem.
—Arthur Graham, Editor in Chief of Horror Sleaze Trash
Horror Sleaze Trash 