The Ties that Bind

Ah, relationships.

The very foundation of our lives, the emotional Higgs boson force that surrounds and holds us together, sometimes whether we want them to or not. This month JDP turns the focus on those wondrous and confounding ties that bind, be it traditional romantic love, the unique bond between siblings, the daily camaraderie of coworkers, or that most special of all relationships: the one between a sex worker and the tangible, carnivorous darkness living in her closet.

So kick back with someone you care about, crack open the Whitman’s sampler, and have a good read. The February Issue is cheaper than dinner, costs less than roses, and is guaranteed to make you swoon.

Read it online here or as a PDF here.

Land of Wonder

There’s nothing we hate more at JDP than controversy. (Well, maybe Nazis.)

So we don’t want to get ourselves embroiled in another country’s cultural and historical imbroglio by celebrating Australia Day, which, it turns out, a lot of folks seem to regard as a bit like our own Columbus Day, what with the inadvertent celebrating of colonialism and destruction of the indigenous.

But we do really like Australians (they’re like plucky Canadians) and we did want to do something non-controversial for their national holiday.

Our solution? Happy y.t. sumner Day!

(Or should that be, happy y.t. sumner day?)

Why? Because, well, she’s one of our favorite writers and comes (as far as we know) without any colonial baggage or awkward historical interpretations. And she should really be considered a national treasure by her fellow Australians (or “mates”) right up there with the Sydney Opera House, the Great Barrier Reef, and the Bloomin’ Onion.

So find your old Betamax tapes of The Paul Hogan Show, crack open a Coopers oil can, and throw some decaped crustaceans on the barbecue. We’re going to bask in God’s-gift-to-flash-fiction and take a tour of some of yasmin’s best work to enjoy while setting off your special Australian fireworks.

First stop: her website. It’s chock-o-block full of good stuff including her 100 postcards project (which by the way, she really needs to finish).

Next is the story that started it all (well at least for us anyway), the Pushcart-nominated “big girl” from JDP’s 2010 Anthology.

Onwards to Housefire, where we have it on reliable authority that yasmin’s written a bunch of amazing stuff (maybe even a novella) even though we’ll be damned if we can find it on their new site. But head over there and knock; I’m sure they can direct you. (And let us know if you find a preview of her new story inspired by Stephen King’s IT, because we’re kinda looking forward to that.)

Next? How about a double-shot of JDP faves as yasmin teams with Chloe Caldwell (better than when Superman shows up in Detective Comics!) over at Bluestem Magazine with the deeply unsettling, “The Vegetable Game.”

Afterwards, take a spin by Connotation Press for the surprisingly upbeat U-turn. It’ll make you feel better.

Finally, wrap things up with a personal favorite of mine, “Hole in the Garden,” from JDP’s first-ever All-Star Invitational Issue. (Hmmm…we should really do another one of those soon.)

And there you have it! There’s even more stuff we’ve missed (not to mention pictures with octopi) but that should be plenty for your celebration of the only nation-state that’s also its own continent.

Happy y.t. sumner day!

Scaring the Shit out of Little Kids since 1956

Photo Credit: Wikipedia

There was a lot going on over the past week. Jersey’s favorite son released a new song and announced a new album. Jersey Devil Press wrapped up its Brilliant Disguise writing exercise. Oh, and there might’ve been an Internet protest or two regarding SOPA.

Amidst all that, I didn’t want to let an important milestone pass by unnoticed. Last Wednesday was Calico the Clown’s fifty-sixth birthday.

For those that don’t know, the Evil Clown of Middletown is a twenty-foot-tall, metal roadside attraction constructed in 1956 to deeply unnerve small children and possibly advertise a local grocery store. When I contemplate the events that shaped me and made me the person I am today, I can’t help but think of driving past this huge, demented motherfucker every time Mom took me with her food shopping. Trust me: there was more than one night I was sure Satan’s jester had broken loose from his metal moorings and tracked me down to murder me in my sleep.

So, Happy Birthday, Calico! Thanks for scaring the shit out of me as a child.

And, don’t worry: the town fathers made sure to give Calico a fresh coat of paint a few months ago, so he’ll be traumatizing toddlers in Central Jersey for years to come.

Be sure to check out his Facebook Page, for all the latest updates on the metal monstrosity. (Personally, I still like to know what his status is after dark.)

Then come back to JDP and read Annam Manthiram’s wonderful “Rodeo Clown” from Issue 14. Because not all clowns are 20-foot-tall hellspawns.