New Genre #6 is out after a long wait and available for purchase: chills, space-tech-lingo, and wholesale freakouts feature. Our contributing editor Adam Golaski has selected both the science fiction and horror stories for this number (Jeffrey Paris A Lawyer Walks Into a Bar… psp , science fiction editor for numbers 1 — 5 has passed the baton); as Open Letters readers may know, Adam doubles as an experimental poet and his science fiction selections schitz with the poetry of hard SF:

• A Lawyer Walks Into a Bar… movie

With a remote controlled jig torch he shaved loose the raspbushings in the halogen assemblies, then activated the flip-up lathes and the bit grinder, and ran the winch moldings and fuse block stripping into them. Disconnecting the linkage tips of the emissive hoses with an oldinary bleeder wrench, Jack disentangled whole segments of cleats and chocks. Satisfied with the debris produced, next came the running brushes under the substrate boards, which produced a blakanized screech of white noise.

A bleeder wrench!  This from “Jack the Satellite Jocky,” by Michael Filimowicz. The volume’s other speculative tale, the long and winding, “I Am Antenna / Antennae” by Matthew Pendleton, is equally strange: a society of female nurses tend to a society of confused males in sight of a “Hospital” shaped like a cake; they live in confused and shifting corridors where food is left at their doors each night and clean dresses float down from the sky.

There are also a pair of horror stories, both straightforwardly narrated and both designed to make you feel satisfyingly unsettled. In the first, a dark western by Stephen Graham Jones called, “Lonegan’s Luck,” a wandering salesman takes advantage of a good Christian town in a sneaky, thorough, and brutal way. The other chiller, Eric Schaller’s “The Sparrow Mumbler,” investigates the sort of crazy down-on-his-luck coin-flipper who’d permit himself to be pecked and clawed all day and night and be grateful for the paycheck. And then a haunting woman arrives …

You can order your copy right away by sending the $8 cover price, check or cash, to PO Box 270092, W. Hartford, CT 06127. New York City readers can ask for it at St. Mark’s Books, and other spots where unique and unwholesome concoctions appear.