Idols are golden
and come with big balls,
but good poems are priceless
in drab bathroom stalls.
We’re pleased to present the first JDP Poetry Issue, which is so exquisitely weird, it belongs in a museum. It has Vikings, familiar faces from Egyptian mythology and American literature, magic and witchcraft, scifaiku and Cthulhaiku, virtual farming and technological hubris, post-apocalyptic meditations, and a tree that’s more dangerous that those crotchety apple-throwing bastards in The Wizard of Oz. Plus a few things too scary to even mention here. And possibly snakes.
Peruse it if you dare. We recommend replacing each poem with its weight in sand as you read. And don’t pay any attention to that deep rumbling sound.