Deadstar: Control

06/08/2024

Slight update to the website might throw something on there soon…more casual still subversive or something like that…

Counter-Counter not cancel CULTure.

06/08/2024

COUNTER CULTURE NOT CANCEL CULTURE We have a new tagline and returning as a publisher in conjunction with everything else we are connected with will be reaching out to other publishers in terms of solidarity.

01/21/2024

April is a cruel month...that's why it's National Poetry Month. January can be a cruel too... January 2024 started off slightly dismal but has heralded not so much a rebirth but an enlightenment. Been struggling what to say in my final post on Dumspter Fire Press website here... We created a movement. DFP was about seeking out those overlooked creators, those lost voices and visions....

April is a cruel month…that’s why it’s National Poetry Month. January can be a cruel too… January 2024 started off slightly dismal but has heralded not so much a rebirth but…

01/19/2024

DEADSTAR: CONTROL is pleased to announce the latest addition to our gang of acid communism and ruin porn...The Control Alt Throw Against Wall Podcast hosted by DFP's very own Dillinger and pal Rob Eureka!
https://deadstarcontrol.com/the-control-alt-throw-against-wall-podcast/

01/19/2024

dark side of moons light bulb suns The flare of blue fire across the sky Moons pulling great tides with them Wild mad illusions grow like dandelions Hot fertilized breeze swaying bruised River elms speak long dirges over the bones Of the living * dead Runes rolls like skulls across the milky way Leaping around worlds while this one Sits and spins until the morning…...

dark side of moons   light bulb suns The flare of blue fire across the sky Moons pulling great tides with them Wild mad illusions grow like dandelions Hot fertilized breeze    swayin…

01/18/2024

NOVAM TERRAM Awake. I feel something different in the air. It is not oxygen, but another substance. Yes Yes. I am in my world, my body is abroad, but my mind belongs to NOVAM TERRAM where we SPIRITS rule and choose the BODIES of the primitive earth to inhabit...

NOVAM TERRAM Awake.  I feel something different in the air. It is not oxygen, but another substance. Yes Yes. I am in my world, my body is abroad, but my mind belongs to NOVAM TERRAM where we…

01/17/2024

TAMMY She was leaning over her cat, crushing its tiny bones under the weight of what looked like blue veined paper bags, stuffed with rotting meat. I could smell Vienna sausages and an overabundance of mustard. I watched as the wide eyed feline wormed its way out from between her rolls and scatted across the room as if it had a large predatory animal behind it....

TAMMY She was leaning over her cat, crushing its tiny bones under the weight of what looked like blue veined paper bags, stuffed with rotting meat.  I could smell Vienna sausages and an overab…

01/16/2024

Schoolboy Error You've convinced yourself that what you may find will be nowhere near as bad as what you left behind. Now this, a silly mistake to make and though i deplore the term more than any other, this is a Schoolboy Error. There are things 'out there' now that hold, new terror. You thought or think that because you’re clean you will be seeing things as they should be seen and furthermore that’s a good thing....

Schoolboy Error You’ve convinced yourself that what you may find will be nowhere near as bad as what you left behind.  Now this, a silly mistake to make and though i deplore the term mor…

01/16/2024

DFP MOTIVATIONAL MONDAY!

01/15/2024

Shy Guyor, When I Was a Straight Man It was the eternal desert level of Super Mario Bros. 2, and there was I, robe full of sand, mask slipping, tugging at the tops of turnips, turnips in the sand, turnips in the desert, turnips as far as my big black holes for eyes could see, and me struggling with what seemed to have been rooted too deep to pull, but pull I did, and I did, and I did, and I did until up came a glossy white bulb, little eyes blinking in the hot sun, looking at me as if to find out my intentions but I had none, none came to mind, my only thought, my immediate thought, like something hardwired, like what one might call nature itself, …...

Shy Guyor, When I Was a Straight Man It was the eternal desert level of Super Mario Bros. 2, and there was I, robe full of sand, mask slipping, tugging at the tops of turnips, turnips in the sand, …

01/14/2024

Summer-day Blues -a village green memory Beyond their garden gate I watched when I was nine years old. His roars of rage spilled out beneath their thatched roof, drifted out with fire-smoke that smelled of bog and damp, his wife is entreating with him in pain, she warned their kids not to call the cops as her mother would be shamed....

Summer-day Blues -a village green memory Beyond their garden gate I watched when I was nine years old. His roars of rage spilled out beneath their thatched roof, drifted out with fire-smoke that sm…

01/13/2024

wild child Wild hair Wild eyes Wild heart You were born To be wild among the trees Wearing leaves in your curls With ivy pants And thistle down shirt Sipping nectar from honeysuckle Speaking the language Of trees And stealing songs From the birds But we'll teach you better How to speak without singing Sit up straight And say please…...

wild child Wild hair Wild eyes Wild heart You were born  To be wild among the trees Wearing leaves in your curls With ivy pants And thistle down shirt Sipping nectar from honeysuckle  Spe…

01/13/2024

VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Dillinger

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01/12/2024

Also dropping January 18th...

01/12/2024

Dropping soon...REELING OFF THE BARSTOOL by George Gad Economou featuring a cover and interior by Dillinger...

01/12/2024

Sinister i should be writing instead of zipping up my pants, lost in a memory of something i never had or touched, someone i could never be. i should be writing great poems about this and that, and the great whatever, about discovery, celebration, but i am still lonely, i am still lost, lost between heels and high tops, just another day....

Sinister i should be writing instead of zipping up my pants, lost in a memory of something i never had or touched, someone i could never be. i should be writing great poems about this and that, and…

01/12/2024

Biffyslut key pt.2

Biffyslut key pt.2

01/11/2024

Trigger and implode we are back for a trilogy of new individual author releases, staring with Merritt Waldon's RECOVERING ROAR: HAIKU AND OTHER SMALL POEMS featuring interior art by the author himself along with painter James Maj and a cover by Dillinger Merritt Waldon is one of the most unique voices I’ve had the honor of encountering here at DUMPSTER FIRE PRESS…...

Trigger and implode we are back for a trilogy of new individual author releases, staring with Merritt Waldon’s RECOVERING ROAR: HAIKU AND OTHER SMALL POEMS featuring interior art by the autho…