Southern Gothic fiction, poetry, and nonfiction from the place where folk belief and literature share a porch.
Victor T. Cypert writes on the conviction that ghosts are not a metaphor. Raised on the porches and back roads of the Gulf South, he works where Southern Gothic meets the vernacular sacred — hoodoo root-work, conjure, the cobalt bottles hung in a tree to catch a haint before it catches you. His fiction, poetry, and nonfiction treat folk and ceremonial practice not as ornament but as argument: that the uncanny is a form of memory, and that every injustice leaves something behind which will not lie down quiet.
He is bound, presently, for New Orleans, a move that carries as much ritual weight as practical purpose. His essay “Homeless Ghosts” lays out the philosophical ground he builds on; his fiction and poetry keep returning to the same haunted, unresolved American South — deindustrialized towns, roadside shrines, the family stories nobody agrees on.
He holds an MFA in Writing Popular Fiction from Seton Hill University, alongside graduate degrees in liberal studies and research psychology, and is ABD in a doctoral program in psychology. His work has appeared in Nightmare Magazine, The Chamber Magazine, Flash Fiction Magazine, and table//FEAST Literary Magazine, among others. He also works as a freelance editor and researcher.
Further work, including the chapbook I Am Made of Ghosts, forthcoming.