Talented Perverts began as an experiment, a series of chapbooks that quickly became something else. I often refer to this imprint as aesthetic or anxiety fiction, but is a weird blend of existentialism, outsider fiction, autoficiton, and alt-lit. How do you say “it’s a vibe,” without lowering yourself to saying something like that?

Both Sam Pink’s book and the original Little Birds weren’t released as Talented Perverts titles, but are listed here for similarity sake.

ZINES/Chapbooks