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Daniel Otto Jack Petersen
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PhD in English Literature (monster theory + ecocriticism). Unphilosopher. Writer, I guess. Thrawn craw-nancy, grasshopper-moth, bloodbubbleboy, gargoyle-monkey, hacksawyer, underperson. GALACTIC TENDRIL-MAW BURSTING THROUGH HIS CHEST SEEKS LOVE AND FOOD.
a long abandoned car in tall grass, striped with gold and purple bars of sunshine and treeshadow, is a powerful entity to encounter
May 26, 2026 at 1:20 PM
I’ve only been born once. That’s the solitary miracle I have to work with. And it’s a goddam enigmatic one.
May 26, 2026 at 1:16 PM
(she is Johannes and I am Cordelia)
May 26, 2026 at 1:14 PM
Like the velvety underside of a leaf, the curve of her ass beneath my grazing hand
May 26, 2026 at 1:14 PM
Please prove me wrong, ye British citizens.
In my experience (UK resident for 25 years), Brits aren't too keen on philosophy of religion. (They don't have the religious trauma that, say, we Americans do, which makes us perversely wanna read that good, good Godshit.) Maybe we can sell it to them as an untapped cache of speculative fiction?
April 27, 2026 at 2:46 PM
It's official, @deathsentencepod.bsky.social are crypto-Kierkegaardians.😜 (This is where Gareth pipes in with an objection I bet, haha!)
I'm a huge Kierkegaard guy as well. Fear and Trembling changed my life.
April 27, 2026 at 2:35 PM
Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one in metal/punk/lefty/literary/spec fic circles who reads (never mind loves) #Kierkegaard. Always delighted to have this impression punctured.
"[...] reading Kierkegaard, who sounds like he’s perpetually freaked out every time he’s writing a new sentence. Like he’s scared of his pen. I love you, Kierkegaard, by the way. Rest in peace, brother.’ @pyramidmaster.bsky.social on @deathsentencepod.bsky.social (after a similar RIP to Derrida).
April 27, 2026 at 1:52 PM
"[...] reading Kierkegaard, who sounds like he’s perpetually freaked out every time he’s writing a new sentence. Like he’s scared of his pen. I love you, Kierkegaard, by the way. Rest in peace, brother.’ @pyramidmaster.bsky.social on @deathsentencepod.bsky.social (after a similar RIP to Derrida).
April 27, 2026 at 1:49 PM
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Actually I enjoy trying to find and discover myself in hell. Become a writer
May 30, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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Cant wait to share this amazing story!
Got another short story accepted! For the inaugural issue of @folkloricmag.bsky.social. Love their subversive take on myth, fairy tale, legend, folklore, spec fic, so I'm honoured to be included. #specfic #weirdfiction #slipstream #folklore #myth #mythpunk #ecopunk #ecomonstrous #sff #writer #author
May 14, 2025 at 9:44 PM
Got another short story accepted! For the inaugural issue of @folkloricmag.bsky.social. Love their subversive take on myth, fairy tale, legend, folklore, spec fic, so I'm honoured to be included. #specfic #weirdfiction #slipstream #folklore #myth #mythpunk #ecopunk #ecomonstrous #sff #writer #author
May 14, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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What else do you think there is to do for fun in life? Sodoku? Wordle? What about telling total strangers everything about your childhood thinly disguised as a character that you are also calling art?
April 10, 2025 at 9:09 PM
Why does Frodo have an RP accent while his friends and relations are all Scottish or from the West Country? He’s a posh hobbit. A poshit? Hobshit?

#litmag #folklore 💙📚 #fantasy
March 12, 2025 at 1:07 PM
More of this from lit mags, please.
Idgaf about the latest NEA grant guidelines. Our only guideline is you can say whatever you want. It's the fucking Taco Bell Quarterly. We open 4/20.
March 12, 2025 at 12:42 PM
Beyond delighted to have discovered @tacobellquarterly.org. I worked at the Bell from about age 16 to 27. I want to read Taco Bell inflected fiction. I want to write Taco Bell inflected fiction. I have stories to tell.
March 8, 2025 at 1:31 PM
Started a short story possibly perfect for this the day before meeting these fine folks (they're local to me in Glasgow). Synchronicity? We'll see! #writing #writer #writers #fiction #folklore #litmag #specfic #callforsubs
MAJOR ANNOUNCEMENT!!!! Our submission period will be open March 14-28! We are looking for short stories and artwork. Follow this link to our patron for more details about what we are looking for!

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#litmag #folklore 💙📚 #callforsubs
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March 7, 2025 at 1:29 PM
"They let you smoke indoors in hell... the Bossman's not all that bad. He listens. He’s a horny critic but his remarks are acute. He’s long since had my soul in hock, so I just lean into that diabolical tutelage and keep crafting hackwork in the fire." #writers open.substack.com/pub/danielot...
(Beyond) BursaryDome
Thousands of Artists Enter, One Artist Leaves.
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March 7, 2025 at 12:42 PM
I'm mostly here to write weird little ontological non-sequiturs.
March 6, 2025 at 3:34 PM
I've got an essay in this volume, due out this year: "Towards a Blackfeet Biosemiotics of Postapocalypse: Tracking Ecomonstrous Transmotion in the Zombie Fiction of Stephen Graham Jones". #monstertheory #zombies #horror #ecocriticism #academic #biosemiotics #postapocalypse #stephengrahamjones
March 6, 2025 at 3:30 PM
I've got a story ("Bugguts") in this volume, due out later this year. I look forward to reading the others included. #fiction #writing #writer #writesky #cronenberg #weirdfiction #bodyhorror #transformation #morethanhuman
March 6, 2025 at 3:21 PM
He looks at this newfound dream cabinet, rubs a wet finger on a shelf, no dust. Only stardust. It seeps from subcodified silt (for yes, the cabinet is also a river) into his eyes, eyes unspooling in the fichtic zones of unlit suns. "Hello," he ventures. It is a tongue-tone. Licking stardust.
March 6, 2025 at 2:58 PM
A bar of sunlight pulsed, voided, then pulsed again, enflaming her driftlocks a candywrapper hue and that glint of deepgreen sent a warm throb through his chest like a living finger rummaging through carrion for something precious.
March 6, 2025 at 2:29 PM