Welcome to the catalog of Silverbacked Punk books!
Check out these listings and watch this page for news of future releases. I’ve got a few in the works from authors I’m thrilled to have in the Silverbacked Punk family, including the first Silverbacked Punk novel.
I Grew Up Molting by Faithyna Leonard
I Grew Up Molting is 32 poems of transformation framed and inspired by the cycles of the luna moth. There is a quiet kind of beauty that does not ask to be seen, and the luna moth carries that kind of beauty effortlessly. It lives mostly in darkness, appearing like a pale whisper against the night, its wings soft green, almost unreal, as if it belongs more
to dream than to earth. It does not live long. It does not eat. It exists, briefly and completely, for the singular purpose of becoming what it was always meant to be. Leonard’s poetry challenges the notion that identity is political, asserting instead that human rights are fundamental. The narratives of these deeply personal yet collective poems create space for resistance, healing, and radical acceptance. What started as a personal release transformed into something more, something the poet hopes reaches others walking similar paths. What follows is a call to society to open its eyes, to listen,
and to understand.
Songs from the Blimp Ruins by Pat Foran
Out of a world where reality is insufficient, unreliable, and growingly hostile to beauty comes a singular voice, a song with the antidote, a collection from the ruins to let us know the possibility of being found, heard, and even rescued. With a voice that is both unique and deeply resonant, Pat Foran crafts sixty short stories that exude compassion and vulnerability. His writing easily moves between the imaginative and the intimate, uncovering unexpected connections in places we might otherwise miss. In a time that tends to encourage disconnection, these stories remind us what it means to reach one another.
Bold as Love by Al Kratz
BOLD AS LOVE is twenty-nine short stories of bewildered souls trying to put broken worlds back together. Most of these stories are flash fiction, told in less than a thousand words, using brevity as a way to intensify the moment. In here, the animals like to run amok, tell biological lies, and blend the lines of friend and foe. Heroes, if such a thing exists, can only be found in exceptional places: in plush elevators and stolen ambulances, in the throwaway words of a psychic, in the mouth of a fish swimming off in dark waters. But there always is light. Even when it appears that all is lost, love shines for those bold enough to believe in it.
Al Kratz 