Our Funny Valentine

Shouldn't one of these say, "Eat Me"? That feels like a real missed opportunity . . .

Shouldn’t one of these say, “Eat Me”? That feels like a real missed opportunity . . .

Bust out your “I’m with cupid” t-shirt, ’cause the freezingest, slushiest, most romantical month of the year has arrived. And with it, a new issue of Jersey Devil Press.

Issue sixty-three brings you adventure, magic, danger, surrealism, despair, and more adventure. We’re also playin’ some footsie.

Adore it online or cuddle the PDF.


The January Issue

Dr_NickFor our first issue of 2015, Ally Malinenko brings you “Terrible Scenes of Mutilation,” a tragic story of escapees from the Central Park Zoo set at the turn of the last century. This is followed by P.K. Read’s tale of growth and creation, “The Burp.”

Following Dr. Nick’s advice for dangerously underweight individuals such as Homer Simpson, we’ve sandwiched these stories between two pieces that mention Pop-Tarts: Brent DeLanoy’s “Date” and J.D. Hager’s “Brontosaurus.” Our cover art this month is Katerina Kamprani’s “Stone Umbrella,” and it is not a bumbershoot for wimps.

So grab your chewing bacon and your milkshake toothpaste and get reading. Crunch it online or scarf the PDF.

He sees you when you’re sleeping . . .

Putting the pirat(e) in respiration.

Putting the pirat(e) in respiration.

. . . obviously the “he” in that sentence is Cthulhu. And believe us when we tell you that you don’t want to end up on his naughty list. One way to avoid that fate is to spread good cheer, and JDP founder/writer of the Exponential Apocalypse series/gnome wrangler/recent double-lung-transplant recipient Eirik Gumeny deserves some. Tweet him your warm wishes or make a donation to offset the cost of his new breath-takers. Every time you donate, Cthulhu sprouts a new tentacle.

Speaking of Great Old Ones, the holiday season is the perfect time to re-read our Lovecraft Special Issue. And our 2014 Pushcart Prize nominees and December issue offer delicious selections of additional word cookies. Merry Happy, ya filthy animals! Where’s the Tylenol?