The April issue of Jersey Devil Press has a lot of our usual shenanigans — wild art, Vikings, cigarettes, even poop. Lots of poop, right out of the gate. The first story has a lot of poop.
And I love it.
But that last story? The one about the stuffed animals? Oh man. “My Friends Live on My Bed” got me directly in the feels, y’all. Stole my breath and had me reaching for my Pooh Bear.
(Dont’ worry. I’m still sentimental as hell, everyone.)