"I will do such things," King Lear shouts before the storm, "What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be / The terrors of the earth." Drawing upon Edmund Burke's definition of the sublime-the odd beauty associated with fear and self-preservation; our astonished delight in what destroys, what overpowers and compels us toward darkness-these strange poems mine the sinister fault lines between weird fiction, expressionism, gothic horror, and notions...