Announcing 2 New JHP Titles by Jarod Roselló and Dana Diehl!

We are so thrilled to finally announce our next two titles, coming in Summer 2016. 

Jarod Roselló's How We Endure is an illustrated novella. It is about haunting, but is not a haunting; about ghosts, but is not a ghost story. Check out Jarod's new book from Publishing Genius, The Well-Dressed Bear Will (Never) Be Found

Dana Diehl's collection of short stories, [title forthcoming], is loss and longing, is magic and what's beyond what we can see. Girls prepare for an oncoming apocalypse, a man makes snakes fall in love, a boyfriend believes in healing stones, and each story breathes into existence a new, magical world. 

We are so thrilled to announce these titles, and look forward to a stellar year of books in 2016. 

Excerpts from The Farmacist

Little Bo Peep Comes to Farm Town

It’s God’s day, but I wear thigh highs beneath my Bible. Maybe that’s why He took my flock. My lambkin lost, I feel forsaken. I witness crooks and necks that crane toward this skirt impractical for tending sheep or even nailing up Have You Seen Me? posters. My heart bled once when the livestock lost their tails. Again when I looked out at the hills thinking that they missed me. (That night, I’d find their woolly nubs nailed to a tree.) I’m a girl on the go, owning nothing now, owing on this ridiculous get-up. What good is pretty, petty unemcumberence when you have no reason to be? I find a shitty dive with Photohunt a buck a game. It’s afternoon. In the dark I drink drafts and play addition or subtraction of body parts and black straps and wisps of hair on naked women. I’m foolish, but not so easily fooled: in one photo she’s whole, in the other incomplete.

The Wolf

Disguised as a lover, he was all clover. Dressed as a December hunter: a genuine risk. He waited me out in the snowy hedge. I said, Go home, predator, but he became a compulsive visitor. Knock knock, he called with his teeth. Knock knock, he called without knocking at all. He said, I saw those large snow patches and thought you’d need help melting them. I battened the hatches, eyed him through discount curtains. Beneath the moonlight, he poached field eggs, stripped wild grass, drained the milk keg, dismembered the rabbit hutch. He knotted the hose through the branches like sin. The mailbox spilled quills, spit fur at visitors. The Wolf shammed an exit but recurred while I dreamed of cartoon buzzsaws, of rolling pin pursuits, of tarring and feathering him. I discovered fire. You’ll like it, he hissed. But spring made good and caused the ice to crack. The Wolf tumbled toward the big sea coast. He floated out into summer because his mama never taught him manners and he never learned to swim. Autumn now. I still feel fangs through the door: Just this once, he asks without asking at all.


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Ashley Farmer is the author of  Farm Town (Rust Belt Bindery, 2012) and Beside Myself (PANK/Tiny Hardcore Press, 2014). She lives in Louisville, KY.

Ashley Farmer is the author of  Farm Town (Rust Belt Bindery, 2012) and Beside Myself (PANK/Tiny Hardcore Press, 2014). She lives in Louisville, KY.

Announcing: Daughters of Monsters [stories] by Melissa Goodrich

In early 2016, Jellyfish Highway Press will release Melissa Goodrich's debut story collection, Daughters of Monsters

Melissa's stories have appeared in Kenyon Review online, PANK and elsewhere. In Daughters of Monsters, Melissa's vibrant, star-catching voice shines in these often-fabulist tales. A mother returns from vacation transformed into an orange. Cinderella turns to ashes each night at midnight. In the title story, a daughter is a monster, like her mother, like her father. She eats staircases. Her books fly away from her. These are characters haunted and made magical by the world they inhabit. This is a debut you will not want to miss.