It’s time to dim the lights and allow Winslow to serenade you (or the nice spider lady) with a romantic ballad from 1997. That’s right. Let the Valentine’s Day energy fill you to the brim with its power.

I would argue that you shouldn’t be Winslow in this comic, but you should try to avoid being Ben, too. The Bens of the world know far too many Winslows, and they’re  slowly being crushed by them.

Nothing like a new year to get you in the mood for trying new things, eating healthy, and bettering yourself through art, exercise, and education.

It’s hard to believe we’ve already arrived at the last issue of the year, but here we are, folks. It’s December, 2022 is coming to a close, and the latest issue of Defenestration has arrived!

Once August’s issue came out, a bunch of weird stuff started happening. Bigfoot bought a hat, but that’s hardly noteworthy. Was IS noteworthy was that, someone, well, noteworthy, gave a shoutout to Defenestration, which caused a deluge of submissions for a month and a half. This isn’t an exaggeration, either. Normally we get a steady stream of submissions, but it got to a point where it was a struggle just to keep the inbox at 50 submissions or less. We’re a small operation with meager crew, most of whom are fictional, so that was a lot of stories and poems to read. I want you to keep that in mind as you read this month’s issue, because the stories and poems below were chosen from among the hundreds Eileen and I read over the past few months. It’s quite the badge of honor to be among the few chosen from the multitude.

I would probably do something like this if I liked the idea of having rotting pumpkin carcasses all over my lawn for an entire month. I don’t, though. I really don’t.