This Year's Model

I warned you a couple weeks back that we here at DBS were "gathering our collective chi" for something big and spectacular and, well, I wasn't lying.

As you may have noticed in recent months, our regular posting has been way down from what it should be. Part of this is real world concerns infringing upon our Internet fun, but mostly it's due to a lack of anything to say. We've found that we're spent. We were in desperate, desperate need of a jump start to get things going back on track.

This is what we came up with. We figured we would leave the genre news and feature writing to those who do it so much better than we do and, in turn, we'd try something a little new. We considered doing a dark fiction web zine, but that's been done and done very well.

So we thought we'd try poetry, only with a darker edge. And while we're interested in haikus (a much maligned art form in recent years), we aren't as strict about the formatting as some purists. We're just of the belief that through constriction comes creativity.

To give you a brief preview of what we have coming when we launch our first official issue this month, below I've posted some of the haikus that will be appearing in it. Some are serious, some have a more humorous side. You know that we can't keep a straight face all the time.


THE PERSECUTION OF THE GOTH IN THESE DARK NIGHTS
Or, THE MODERN PROMETHEUS


Five Dark Haikus, Told in 17 Syllables

by Zorn Hillside


The club betrays me
Why did nobody tell me
Tonight was Punk Night?


Top 40 ails me
Forlorn, I ask Robert Smith
Where now is your cure?


Life is cold, dark, cruel
Did I mention I wear black?
It's symbolism.


Leather, velvet, lace
Some of my favorite things
Look great on grandmas


Peter Steele, Type O,
posed for Playgirl magazine.
I own ten copies.


MUSINGS ON A WORLD TOO LIGHT FOR MORTAL EYES

by Denny McGovern


Those Satanic monks
Are chanting to Cthulhu.
Time to end the world.


People think I’m odd
When I talk of Wolfman, but
He is my hero.


I like Zombie girls
They make me feel special inside
When they eat my brains.


"I will wait for more,"
She said, while smoking a clove.
Black lipstick is hot.



Anyway, that's just a very brief glimpse into what we've got lined up. I assure you that it isn't even a tenth of the haikus we will be bringing you in the first issue. So, I hope you'll stick around and see where the new year for DBS brings all of us. Because I know I will.