Once more, with fucking feeling: folks in Jersey need your help. Don’t let ’em down.

Jersey Devil Press isn’t just based in the Garden State — it was conceived from the very ether that pervades and binds the state together, an unfathomable mix of diner food, natural gas excretions, Springsteen music, neon lights, Walt Whitman’s hair tonic, and salt water.

Go read Rebecca Camarda’s “To Your Memory, New Jersey” to see what we’re talking about. Then help the people of this amazing state.

Again, we’re counting on you. Don’t be a dick.