This guy again…
V.M. Harrigan writes Science Fiction and Horror, mostly published by indie press Manifold House, occasionally in hand-made or unusual objects/covers. His writing has been featured in Hexfiled, Rag Mag, the Lilliput Review, and elsewhere.
He also (with the help of several talented and very cool people) publishes the snailmail newsletter Manifold House, an indie-minded, Scifi-Horror newsletter of book reviews, events and art for readers, writers, and small press people.
Harrigan is Anti-ai, pro-LGBT, a Dad, forever curious, and a huge believer in DIY. Find your thing and do it. Don’t wait for permission. If you don’t know what your thing is try everything; Make a zine, make art, make music, take pictures, start a record label, knit, write a story, garden, build, paint, anything.
Some History:
What rough beast slouches toward the all-night Kinkos…
Harrigan has been writing and publishing weird things since the early 90s. On any given weekend evening, this bleary-eyed apparition could be spotted in the local 24-hour print shop, glue stick and xacto knife in hand, slapping together 7-inch record covers or zines about Writing, Poetry, Noise, and Electronic Music. Interviewing musicians for Zines led to Ambient/Experimental record label and store Manifold Records, which operated from the mid-90s until the late 2000s.
The turn to writing and publishing weird fiction began with the THAXTON RESEARCH INSTITUTE zine, a Cosmic-Horror story disguised as a civic history document. The zine grew to become several stories and books, including FOUR DOORWAYS IN OR NEAR NEW ORLEANS, THE AGGREGATE PEOPLE and others.
Spare stories and excerpts from upcoming books were compiled into the ISOLATIONIST and OTHER STORIES, a novella-length collection meant as an introduction to Harrigan’s work. In September of 2025, The Isolationist reached #7 in Ingramsparks Horror/Psychological category.
These days, Harrigan enjoys writing stories, publishing and thinking about annihilation. But mostly he likes being a family man, forever waiting for Summer to come ‘round so he can drag out the little inflatable pool that he would live in if he could.