A House of Hollow Wounds (2015)


Hippocampus Presspaperback)

cover art Daniele Serra


Over the past decade, Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. has attracted a worldwide audience for his stories, vignettes, and prose-poems-works that expand the boundaries of prose expression and evoke scintillating images of wonder, fear, terror, and heartbreak. In this fourth collection of tales, following Blood Will Have Its Season (2009), SIN & ashes (2010), and Portraits of Ruin (2012), we find imaginative riffs on Edgar Allan Poe, Robert W. Chambers, H. P. Lovecraft, and others-but more than that, we find the evocative melding of horror and plangency that makes Pulver the most distinctive voice in modern weird fiction.

Laird Barron: “Pulver’s skills as a post-Beat visionary are in rare form. A House of Hollow Wounds is a thrilling foray into the dark frontier of the weird.”

“The pieces assembled in A House of Hollow Wounds demonstrate the range of Joe Pulver’s considerable talent. . . . Like Picasso, Pulver moves restlessly, relentlessly from style to style, never content with what he has accomplished, chasing after some fabulous and deadly beast half-glimpsed around the corners of a maze. Dizzying, exhilarating stuff.”-John Langan

“[Pulver] is typically compared to a Lovecraftian version of the Beats, but A House of Hollow Wounds is in my opinion closer in style and emotional tone to French Decadent writers such as Baudelaire, Huysmans, and Rodenbach. It’s both wildly modern and original, and yet evokes those unsettling gothic and classical ‘vast chthonic wilderness pressing agaisnt the slender marble columns of civilization’ themes that are like heroin to me. Dark, poetic, sexual, obsessive, and exquisitely hallucinatory.”-Livia Llewellyn

ND art - Marsh's Symbol

Table of Contents

A thousand injuries
A big fishy menue
And the bass keeps thumpin’
(he) Dreams of Lovecraftian Horror
Saturday Night … with a dead girl in it
Doom … and Sigh
Into the world
A Night of Blood and Moon, then Holstenwall
She sings, I sob …
The Golem
The Ozymandias Display
Under stars with no desire to flee
No one ever talks about there will come day these days
collisions in the EEordbox or (I)’s disintegration)
On a Faraway Beach
Down … and down we go
The Pencil
Tender. Sins.
Movietime … with popcorn and …
Caroline No.Bleue
Brick. By … Brick
A House of Hollow Wounds
Desert Highway Motel
One Window, two hearts
The Sommerset Tales
Audbade in a Graveyard
I once possessed a fragile blue vase
Twilight Sonata
Tears and the stars fall
Certain Sunday Evernings in Summer
A Traveler came with gifts
In a Raven’s Eye
She Comes in Blood
Words Touching
Under June
I’ll simply call her V
Sarah smile
In the spaces in between
The blood of a damsel’s breast on the green door of the forest
I once possesed little other than a fragile blue vase
Wind, ardent circular, back on itself as if in dismay
Being Led by Pictures
The Ground she sleeps upon is a clue … and a mystery …
8mm … soil
A stained translation [in 2 acts]
in a Black Studio No. 76
A Cold Yellow Moon (co-written with Edward Morris)