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The Monster Speaks: “All Us Saints” and Ed Gein’s Legacy

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By Zefyr Lisowski
| Cleveland Review of Books Verified
Katherine Packert Burke | All Us Saints | Bloomsbury Publishing | May 2026 | 272 Pages The trailer for Netflix’s 2025 miniseries Monster: The Ed Gein Story, their latest Ryan Murphy-produced bad-taste true-crime sausage-chain, starts with body parts. Stretched skin, slices of meat jammed into a drawer. Investigators brandishing their astonishment like blunt objects.
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Whidbey, the Blast Radius of Sexual Trauma, and Resisting the Story the World Wants

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By Zefyr Lisowski
| Autostraddle Verified
It happened when I was young, five or six. Once, maybe several times. I don’t quite recall it but remember the edges. The corner of the woods, the pressure of a thing in my mouth. Years later, during an EMDR session, I broke down crying, breath knifing through my chest. But the specifics of it, I don’t remember. Sometimes, because of this, I tell myself it didn’t happen. Sometimes I believe it when I say it. He was my age, which complicates things. He also had a habitual cruelty, which doesn’t.
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This Be the Place: A Water Tower in the Swamp

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By Zefyr Lisowski, Karl Knights
| Essential American Poets
In the sleepless summer between high school and college, I would slip from my bedroom and follow the snaking path of the river downtown. I’d sneak past the knobby-kneed cypresses, the dilapidated boatyard by the waterfront, the expanse of dead grass in the square where we’d gather to watch fireworks every Fourth of July.
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