This Issue Is Golder than Nature’s First Green

Cover - Jersey Devil Press, Issue 120

It’s April, gerbils and ladybugs. The fruit trees are flinging their blooms on the floor like temperamental flower girls, the warm breezes are riffling the ostrich feathers on our fancy-ass hats, and the robins are CHOMPING WORMS IN HALF and EATING THEM RAW, according to Emily Dickinson, noted chronicler of bird and bee activities.

Like the season, this issue passes swiftly but leaves a lingering impression of wonders and delights. You can read it cover-to-cover and still have time for a sun-dappled stroll through the botanical gardens. Or a moonlit skulk through a haunted forest, if you are of the nocturnal persuasion. Poem from Paul Hostovsky; haiku by Albert Schlaht and Harrison Fisher; flash by Jim Suruda; cover art by Vivien Krantz.

Curl up with it online or cuddle the .pdf.

Warm up with some literary comfort food

Campbell's-style soup can

This time of year always makes us feel a little bored. Red maple leaves are a distant memory, but crocuses are still a purple dream, and some days it feels as if the birds will never come back. To combat this tired-of-staring-at-old-man-winter’s-dreary-butt feeling, Issue 119 is full of surprises. Grab yourself a bowl of hot soup* and tuck in.

*Recommended soup pairings: “tyrannosaurus morning” by Rob Yates: bone broth (preferably made from dino fossils); “Waterloo” by Nikki Williams: creamy potato (thick as a “ghost-grey / fog”); “Independent Horror Movie: Post-Credit Scenes Explained,” by Jeanine Skowronski: classic tomato, naturally; “Mending” by Elizabeth Porter: split pea, green and gluey; haiku by Edward Cody Huddleston: fragrant miso with delicate nori stars; “Velma” by Micah Cozzens: carrot-ginger, as orange and cozy as a turtleneck sweater.

Cover art by resident genius Sam Snoek-Brown.

From our autumn-atons to your living brain . . .

Cover of issue 118

We’ve got spice cookies on the hearth, apple cider in the cauldron, and cozy slippers on our hooves—and you know what that means. That’s right, gentle weirdos; it’s time to climb into your oversized yard skeleton’s lap with a checkered blanket and snuggle into that autumnal feeling as you turn the leaves of our 118th issue. Metaphorically speaking. Unless you printed it out, I guess. Or hand-painted all the words onto the backs of autumn leaves. Which is a pretty cool idea, honestly.

Anyway, ’tis the season for death verses, and we’ve got two real coffin-bangers for you: Jessica Lee McMillan’s “Funeral Flowers” and Chris Bullard’s “La Poesie Me Volera Ma Mort.” Looking for a story that gets kid logic and motives just right? Check out Ryan Warrick’s “Skulliosis.” And in a true spirit of something-for-everyone-ness, we are pleased to furthermore present Christopher Collingwood’s “Worlds Crossing the Palm of Reality,” a virtually poetic speculation; Greg Sendi’s “A Compass for Ariadne,” a poignant reimagining of a Classic myth; and Alexey Deyneko’s “Comma fortissimo,” a musical meditation on punctuation. 

It’s a bountiful harvest, friends. Reap it online or pick the .pdf. And be sure to roll your wheelbarrow up to the incredible cover art, Richard Duijnstee’s “Elephant Smoking.”