Janu-weary but doing our best

person standing in the glow of a streetlamp at night with falling snow

This can be a tough time of year for many of us; the icy winds slap our chapped faces while the trees dance their sad skeleton dances in the thin winter sun. And that’s not even getting
into the particular problems of our current era, which are distressing and multitudinous.

But against this bleak backdrop, the story and poems of issue 127 gleam like a handful of polished stones, each distinct in shape and color yet creating a pleasing effect together. From the imaginations of Laura Daniels, Corbin Hirschhorn, Jessica Fordham Kidd, Tony Kitt, and Kenton K. Yee, visions of beauty, danger, and magic pulse and swirl in soothing currents, offering a plethora of small treasures to cache in the mind’s secret drawers. Plus quietly lovely cover art from Natalia Lavrinenko.

Prepare to engage all your senses, because the imagery power is set to stun. Shovel it on the website or defrost the .pdf.

Down the Shore, Everything’s Not All Right

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.