From The Editor

Listen—

I don't know how you got here. Maybe you tripped over your own self-importance, maybe you stumbled through the door looking for something that didn’t smell like MFA breath and stale wine. Either way, you found us—and God help you, you stayed.

What’s coming up? Too much and not enough.

Anxiety Press is spewing pages like a backed-up sewer. Tormented Flesh (edited by the legendary James Nulick) is hitting the streets with a wet slap—an anthology of body horror so raw it might leave a stain on your shelf. After that, more books that shouldn't exist, more authors who should probably be in therapy instead of print.

Translucent Eyes Press has been busy whispering curses into the void—horror that doesn’t care if you’re ready for it, only if you deserve it. There’s a darkness there, curated, sharpened, made intimate. Ugly stories, beautiful sentences. Painful truths. No jump scares, just soul rot.

And A Thin Slice of Anxiety? Still the bastard child of literary publishing. Black sheep in a sea of white linen. And we like it that way. Every time they snub us, we get meaner. There’s no committee, no coddling—just the truth, sliced thin and served raw.

And what about Anxiety Driven Graphics? This thing has finally caught fire. T-shirts, posters, stickers—designs, and a whole helluva lot of book covers, that look like they were scrawled on a bathroom wall by a dying man with a Sharpie and enough creative genius to stitch nightmares into daylight.

Understand: We’re not a movement. Hell, we aren't even really a publishing house. We’re a goddamn rash. Uncomfortable, spreading, impossible to ignore.

The good shit’s still coming.

Cody Sexton

Managing Editor/Founder/Creator/Chief Agitator/Glorified Mailman