Courtney & the Haunted Bong by Courtney Leigh *pre-order*

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Paperback, 76 Pages

Cover art by Xappaland

*Pre-order only - all books & candles will ship in September. All pre-orders will include a green muslin drawstring bag & haunted bong sticker. Candle sold separately.

Courtney & The Haunted Bong is a visceral, surreal, & multisensory descent into the hazy thresholds of consciousness, where the veil between dimensions is as thin as smoke. This euphoric poetry collection follows Courtney as a seeker, stoner, & vessel who embarks on a kaleidoscopic odyssey sparked by the mysterious relic she inherits: a uranium glass bong, etched with sigils & vibrating with ghostly presence. More than a mere object, the bong becomes an archetype, a portal, psychopomp, & haunted artifact that blurs the lines between memory, dream, & hallucination. With each inhale, Courtney explores neon-shadowed astral planes, encountering spectral guides, shifting realities, & echoes of life.

The poems are drenched in stoner lexicon as a grounding ritual—lighting a match, packing the bowl, & holding breath become acts of sacred invocation. In a world fractured by social anxiety & digital decay, the act of smoking becomes an embodied resistance, a slow exhale against the rush of algorithmic time. This interdimensional trip reveals the haunted architecture of identity, other worlds embedded in memory, & the hidden seams of our collapsing present. Courtney & The Haunted Bong is a neon-lit séance with the self, inviting you to toke, trip, & transcend.

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Paperback, 76 Pages

Cover art by Xappaland

*Pre-order only - all books & candles will ship in September. All pre-orders will include a green muslin drawstring bag & haunted bong sticker. Candle sold separately.

Courtney & The Haunted Bong is a visceral, surreal, & multisensory descent into the hazy thresholds of consciousness, where the veil between dimensions is as thin as smoke. This euphoric poetry collection follows Courtney as a seeker, stoner, & vessel who embarks on a kaleidoscopic odyssey sparked by the mysterious relic she inherits: a uranium glass bong, etched with sigils & vibrating with ghostly presence. More than a mere object, the bong becomes an archetype, a portal, psychopomp, & haunted artifact that blurs the lines between memory, dream, & hallucination. With each inhale, Courtney explores neon-shadowed astral planes, encountering spectral guides, shifting realities, & echoes of life.

The poems are drenched in stoner lexicon as a grounding ritual—lighting a match, packing the bowl, & holding breath become acts of sacred invocation. In a world fractured by social anxiety & digital decay, the act of smoking becomes an embodied resistance, a slow exhale against the rush of algorithmic time. This interdimensional trip reveals the haunted architecture of identity, other worlds embedded in memory, & the hidden seams of our collapsing present. Courtney & The Haunted Bong is a neon-lit séance with the self, inviting you to toke, trip, & transcend.

“Green Chorus” Soy Wax Candle by Marvel + Moon

Comes in a 3oz tin

Sing along with the Green Chorus, a candle that blends bright, citrusy bergamot with earthy hemp, evoking the astral hazes of Courtney & the Haunted Bong. Adorned with shimmering mica powder & a confetti bong charm, the Green Chorus is a talisman that glows like an interdimensional portal open to the stoned mystic & the time-traveling poet. Let its scent be the spell that guides you through dream-smoke & haunted worlds.

SCENT NOTES: Hemp. Bergamot.

ADORNMENTS: Shimmering Mica Powder. Confetti Bong Charm.

QUOTES ABOUT THE BOOK:

The raw emotion in these pieces is fucking palpable. Courtney wholeheartedly dives into the messy, uncomfortable parts of being human. This book is visceral, sensual, and full of the sensory. It's such an immersive experience that engages the reader on multiple levels. Like, in "Intro the Burn," the line "I crawl myself among trees / sticky floras, leaking blood"—I feel like I am coated in this line. This book lingers in the mind long after you've finished reading it. I mean, come on…"I pull back the skin / of my dewy face" is hauntingly beautiful and deeply unsettling yet so dedicated to calling to truth. It’s gross and stunning and that's all I want. Courtney isn’t afraid to lay it all bare. She tackles tough subjects with a directness that is both refreshing and impactful and shows no mercy in writing these poems in her own way.

—Trista Edwards, author of Spectral Evidence

In this “interdimensional trip” by Courtney Leigh, a bong rip is never just a bong rip–it is magical working, inner alchemy, and finding radical wholeness. We see her in communion with elementals (“I’m on a mountain with a gnome telling my fortune, says I am ground-people & I’ll only ever touch the moon with my toes”); on sojourns of outer dimensions (“I’m being abducted by extraterrestrials, dissociating from a new world”); reckoning with demons in deeper psychic circles (“masks I’ve created, unveiled in my waking, monsters I must eliminate”); ruminating on the state of socio-politics (“I eat a compassion pop midnight-doom-scroll-snack & when I get down to the stick, the joke is there’s no empathy here to consume”; “My vibe is a mix of fuck the system & love one another”); and, above all, choosing herself (“I am love / I am loved / I love & it doesn’t have to take me”). A bong can be a girl's best friend and/or worst nightmare, but no matter the trip, Courtney Leigh is always real, always at home in her psychonautic journeys, in these visionary poems, transmissions from her own lush, green multiverse.

—Kim Vodicka, author of The Elvis Machine

“A hit from a bong is like a breath between syllables,” Courtney Leigh writes, and you can feel it—the expansive space between the interior world and the universe, the body at peace and the body obsessive, the self and the ancestral. Courtney & the Haunted Bong reads like a psychedelic séance, only the spirit is the poet and the poem, and the message is what it means to be alive. With lyricism and unexpected lineation, Courtney & the Haunted Bong offers a “blood kaleidoscope” through the “wrinkles of…humanness,” where the “sanguine body” meets “a shroud of stars.” It’s feral. It’s haunted. It’s mythic. It’s an oracular experience.

—Lisa Marie Basile, author of SAINT OF and Nympholepsy.