JDP Pushcart Prize Nominations

We are as excited as rats in a donut shop to present our Pushcart Prize nominees for this year.

Here they are, in alphabetical order:

Grace Elizabeth Butler, “The Wolf Who Was Late” (fiction)

Ashley Roth, “Adolescent” (fiction)

Ezra Solway, “Birthday 10” (poem)

Joshua Storrs, “A Statue of a Crazed Horse” (fiction)

Lauren Tivey, “Zora and the Zombie” (poem)

Congratulations to Grace, Ashley, Ezra, Joshua, and Lauren, and a huge thank you to all our contributors and everyone who has submitted work to us this year. We literally wouldn’t exist without you.

And thank YOU, person reading this right now, for taking an interest in the arts and being generally awesome. Treat yourself to a donut.

Welcome to October Country

Glad autumn tidings to you, Dear Reader. From the multitude of leaves the winds have scattered in the parlor of our woodland cave, we have collected six to press between the pages of Issue 106. Grace Elizabeth Butler’s “The Wolf Who Was Late” is a bold crimson sugar maple. Nenad Pavlovic’s “How the Ninja Turtles Almost Got Me Killed” is a sycamore, splattered with vibrant crayon hues. J. D. Dixon’s “They being (being there)” is a delicate handful of quaking aspen leaves. Gary Moshimer’s “Chips and Cheers” is a robust horse chestnut, while Daniel Galef’s “How to Pull a Coin Out of an Ear” is a slippery elm, rustling with mischief. Amanda Chiado’s “Throw Yourself Across the Earth” is a rich brown oak with sharp points.

Gorgeous cover art courtesy of Stefan Keller. Best enjoyed on a misty moor or in the middle of a pumpkin patch.

Crunch it online or rustle through the .pdf.

Issue 105 Just Wants Its Name in The National Geographic

It’s late, but the neighborhood is still awake. The Roman candles are just about exhausted, but the steady drumbeat of M80s has another hour to go. Out back your drunken neighbor is giving a pitch-perfect rendition of Bill Pullman’s Independence Day speech from his deck. Across the street, a new eighty-inch beams through a bay window: Mayor Vaughn is telling Chief Brody there’s no need to close the beaches. An intoxicating mix of Coppertone, charcoal briquettes, and chlorine hangs in the air. You settle into your chair and can’t decide if you want the latest issue of Backstreets or to peruse your well-thumbed copy of The Necronomicon, when you notice something wedged in-between them. Is that the new issue of Jersey Devil Press? You hesitate. It is late. Maybe you shouldn’t. You touch the pages cautiously and the journey unfolds in your mind. The space station. The doctor’s office. The bowling alley. A long walk home. Oh, the justice of foxes. Whatever happens in the moonlight. And the KISS tribute band. You understand the fireworks are just beginning.

Bottle Rocket the PDF or Cherry Bomb it online.