Juliet Cook's Blog, page 117
December 2, 2015
"MY WET" by Adam Tedesco and Juliet Cook at FLAPPERHOUSE
"SEWER RATS ARE ON THE DECLINE
Living a rough life on the ranch
In the boots of wannabes
They wait for a god to ask them to kill"
from the collaborative poem, "MY WET" by Adam Tedesco and me, which was published in the Fall addition of FLAPPERHOUSE and is now featured on their website.
HERE - http://flapperhouse.com/2015/12/01/my-wet-poetry-by-adam-tedesco-juliet-cook/
Living a rough life on the ranch
In the boots of wannabes
They wait for a god to ask them to kill"
from the collaborative poem, "MY WET" by Adam Tedesco and me, which was published in the Fall addition of FLAPPERHOUSE and is now featured on their website.
HERE - http://flapperhouse.com/2015/12/01/my-wet-poetry-by-adam-tedesco-juliet-cook/
November 30, 2015
Blood Pudding Press's Pushcart Prize Nominated Poems
Blood Pudding Press is delighted to announce its 2015 Pushcart Prize nominees!
My press has chosen to nominate one poem from each of the three poetry chapbooks published by Blood Pudding Press this year.
The nominees are listed below followed by their nominated poems.
Congratulations to Lauren Gordon, Matthew J. Hall, and Nicole Rollender for these Pushcart Prize nominations.
-"O Tennyson! Tennyson!" by Lauren Gordon, from her Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, Fiddle Is Flood (see the chapbook here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/227601065/new-fiddle-is-flood-by-lauren-gordon?ref=shop_home_feat_4)
-"The Pigeons and the Peace Dove" by Matthew J. Hall, from his Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, Pigeons and Peace Doves (see the chapbook here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/236081194/new-pigeons-and-peace-doves-by-matthew-j?ref=related-0)
-"Disassembling" by Nicole Rollender, from her Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, Bone of My Bone (see the chapbook here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/246781871/new-bone-of-my-bone-by-nicole-rollender?ref=shop_home_feat_2)
***
O Tennyson! Tennyson!
what is good and wild in my country
nine miserable Nellies from New York whose fathers sellgoods on God’s grass her brother is alive and warm with twohands and no one knows why but God, God hates
weather, weeds, heart, finally, round as a Christmas orangecrisp as an oyster cracker fished from a woolen winter pocketyou never saw two boys picked up dead and raped naked by a tornado
never knew another word for Indian or an outhouse hole of bitingflies, tiny graves in cellars or oh, that kind black doctorwith medicinal powders and the hair of your parents still grows
long after they’re under find a prayer to fix to water a calling cardwith trailing flowers a bonnet that keeps slipping blue smoke cat tailsin your hoops, good and wild, one dead child, one loam son for everyone
(from the chapbook Fiddle Is Flood by Lauren Gordon)
***
The Pigeons and the Peace Dove
my apologies are short lived and dimlike headlights of a passing carreflecting off gutter puddlesfrom yesterday’s rain
I wanted to be sincerebut anxiety hurls my goodwill at the walland laughs and cuts us with the shards
I should have collected all the tearsI have pulled from your eyestaken them back and choked on the poison
the olive branch has witheredand fallen to the ground between usthe peace dove is twitching down thereher feathers are dirty like those of the pigeon
and the pain I have handed you freelyand the embarrassment of sharing my tarnished reputationand the band of abuseall run too deeply
and though it may not be worth a damnI do love you and I am sorry
(from the chapbook Pigeons and Peace Doves by Matthew J. Hall)
***
Disassembling
The disassembling: remember when
we pulled apart moths,
first clapping them between our hands, to stun
their flight? Pulling off one dusty wing,
wrenching the other. Dropping the torsos
in the stream, the water performed the final kill.
Was there an opening the illumined moth
slipped through? Or, did it sink
to be eaten? Or both, the way your remains
lowered in, collapses into earth,
and some other part of you enters and exits
by the ear. The drum shivers as you hum.
Your hair grows longer. The hip is something
no longer examined in the light.
We speak the language of departure.
One word to you is love.
To me it’s ruin. Or a declaration of war,
the moth wing your delicate,
plucked scalp.
(from the chapbook Bone of My Bone by Nicole Rollender)
My press has chosen to nominate one poem from each of the three poetry chapbooks published by Blood Pudding Press this year.
The nominees are listed below followed by their nominated poems.
Congratulations to Lauren Gordon, Matthew J. Hall, and Nicole Rollender for these Pushcart Prize nominations.
-"O Tennyson! Tennyson!" by Lauren Gordon, from her Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, Fiddle Is Flood (see the chapbook here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/227601065/new-fiddle-is-flood-by-lauren-gordon?ref=shop_home_feat_4)
-"The Pigeons and the Peace Dove" by Matthew J. Hall, from his Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, Pigeons and Peace Doves (see the chapbook here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/236081194/new-pigeons-and-peace-doves-by-matthew-j?ref=related-0)
-"Disassembling" by Nicole Rollender, from her Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, Bone of My Bone (see the chapbook here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/246781871/new-bone-of-my-bone-by-nicole-rollender?ref=shop_home_feat_2)
***
O Tennyson! Tennyson!
what is good and wild in my country
nine miserable Nellies from New York whose fathers sellgoods on God’s grass her brother is alive and warm with twohands and no one knows why but God, God hates
weather, weeds, heart, finally, round as a Christmas orangecrisp as an oyster cracker fished from a woolen winter pocketyou never saw two boys picked up dead and raped naked by a tornado
never knew another word for Indian or an outhouse hole of bitingflies, tiny graves in cellars or oh, that kind black doctorwith medicinal powders and the hair of your parents still grows
long after they’re under find a prayer to fix to water a calling cardwith trailing flowers a bonnet that keeps slipping blue smoke cat tailsin your hoops, good and wild, one dead child, one loam son for everyone
(from the chapbook Fiddle Is Flood by Lauren Gordon)
***
The Pigeons and the Peace Dove
my apologies are short lived and dimlike headlights of a passing carreflecting off gutter puddlesfrom yesterday’s rain
I wanted to be sincerebut anxiety hurls my goodwill at the walland laughs and cuts us with the shards
I should have collected all the tearsI have pulled from your eyestaken them back and choked on the poison
the olive branch has witheredand fallen to the ground between usthe peace dove is twitching down thereher feathers are dirty like those of the pigeon
and the pain I have handed you freelyand the embarrassment of sharing my tarnished reputationand the band of abuseall run too deeply
and though it may not be worth a damnI do love you and I am sorry
(from the chapbook Pigeons and Peace Doves by Matthew J. Hall)
***
Disassembling
The disassembling: remember when
we pulled apart moths,
first clapping them between our hands, to stun
their flight? Pulling off one dusty wing,
wrenching the other. Dropping the torsos
in the stream, the water performed the final kill.
Was there an opening the illumined moth
slipped through? Or, did it sink
to be eaten? Or both, the way your remains
lowered in, collapses into earth,
and some other part of you enters and exits
by the ear. The drum shivers as you hum.
Your hair grows longer. The hip is something
no longer examined in the light.
We speak the language of departure.
One word to you is love.
To me it’s ruin. Or a declaration of war,
the moth wing your delicate,
plucked scalp.
(from the chapbook Bone of My Bone by Nicole Rollender)
November 16, 2015
NEW! Dive Back Down, a collaborative poetry chapbook by j/j hastain & Juliet Cook is newly available from Dancing Girl Press!
"They can tell you you’re splatter painting down
the steeples but you’re creating your own
red toned ventricles
your own everlasting tome."***Very excited to announce that "Dive Back Down", a collaborative poetry chapbook by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, is now newly available from dancing girl press HERE!: http://dulcetshop.myshopify.com/products/dive-back-down-j-j-hastain-juliet-cook
the steeples but you’re creating your own
red toned ventricles
your own everlasting tome."***Very excited to announce that "Dive Back Down", a collaborative poetry chapbook by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, is now newly available from dancing girl press HERE!: http://dulcetshop.myshopify.com/products/dive-back-down-j-j-hastain-juliet-cook
My Review of "Absence of Stars" by Nicole Rollender (Dancing Girl Press, 2015)
In the thirteen poems within Nicole Rollender's Absence of Stars chapbook, "A hummingbird’s skeleton opens my hands / like a flower". The content of this collection is filled with flowers and bones, flight towards the light and falling down onto the ground, tiny and helpless. The beginning of the collection is inspired by the early birth of a tiny baby, a living life form that could have died but emerged from the womb too soon, a new life that starts out with skin attached to almost death-like bones. The bones of the tiny living baby connect to memories of the past and the bones of the dead, and perhaps a wondering of what this child's bones will grow into, how life and death will handle that new body.
From the first poem in the chapbook, "Necessary Work"
Roman poets put skulls in their love poems – the mortalwith the immortal, the dark in the brilliant death-light; the plum falling
from its long branch, then sweetly decomposing. The excruciating
parting of our two bodies, that was necessary. Your tiny body – you can’t
even drink my milk – sleeps in my palm. Holding you, my hand is a cradle
of bone...
The bones inside meat connect to the carnage of wild life and what lies beneath or beyond or above - the possibility of the next life, of heaven. The throwing of salt and flinging of apples and tossing of flowers. The licking of salt and other small rituals involving bread and milk and bread and bones and bread and more flowers.
From the poem, "Alms for Birds"
...Hidden once, I watched
my father kick a dog against a fence, as I ate honeysuckle
seasick, forming the place where my childis a wetted bird broken out too
soon...
The interconnections of sinners and saints, parent and child, human and non-human, and haunted souls of the living and the dead, "Does the flock / that leaves one drowned in the river ever forget its black wings and shimmering eye?". Wings, twigs, living and dead birds, living and dead animals, skulls, broken teeth, broken necks.
From the poem, "Lullaby"
When he fell, Mama
was twisting a duck’s neck out back, a mercyhe landed skull first.
Her hands tracing bones, cranium bottom-pierced to let the spirit
flash out from the body...
The living and the dead surround each other throughout the Absence of Stars as does the darkness and the light. There are parts of both in this collection and I prefer the darker edged elements, the uneasy emotions, the twinges of viscera and snapped necks more than the delicate land-based, plant-based aspects. Appealingly to me, the dark and light parts are often uniquely intertwined within mere lines of each other. A good example of such entwinement takes place within the beginning of the title poem.
From the poem "Absence of Stars"
This is the oldest part of the cemetery, then, this snow dripping in bone yards,bones, bones –
delicate milk teeth, scooped from a mother’s grave by a woman, peeling apples,calm,
the morning light and somewhere a heart is cleaving,snow
unspooling air...
On a personal level, regarding my reaction to much of Nicole Rollender's poetry that I've read, it is interesting to me how Rollender openly identifies herself as Catholic and offers a lot of God-like and biblical elements in her poems (within this Absence of Stars chapbook - and also within her Bone of My Bone chapbook, which was recently published by my own Blood Pudding Press - and also within poems of hers I've read in different literary magazines) and that I am drawn to and relate to parts of the poems. I am someone who was raised Catholic - reached a point of feeling as if it was being forced upon me and as if I was not allowed to make my own choices - reached a point of feeling/acting anti-Catholic - had years of considering myself an Atheist and now consider myself Agnostic with my own sort of spiritual flow, who is open to others spiritual flows, as long as they're not forced upon me in some sort of black and white, right and wrong capacity. I've found myself wondering what it is about some of Rollender's poetry that appeals to me so strongly - and I think a large part of it is because, not only is her writing style unique and emotional and visceral, there is also nothing black and white or right and wrong about her content. It is mentally connected and haunted in both light and dark ways. It is questioning (of the past, present, and future), female body-based (including discomfort associated with parts of the living body combined with joy for parts of what the body can do combined with pain and what the body can handle and how it can unexpectedly malfunction), and drawn to another dimension in a haunted sort of way.
Some of her poems' visceral aspects remind me of my young overly sensitive Catholic mind being strongly drawn to the torture of female saints, being terribly fearful of hell, and feeling as if I was not good enough for heaven, not because of how I behaved, but because of the creepy, gruesome images that lived inside my mind. Frequently questioning and confessing, whether or not I was in a confessional booth. Confessing to myself inside my own head, sometimes confessing to others even though they didn't ask me to, still sometimes confessing inside my own poems. Maybe my poems are some sort of abstract, anti-repression, Agnostic confessional booth.
I relate to Nicole Rollender's mind for being openly expressive, for not attempting to hide the uncertainty and questions, the unsettling dark parts of life, or how life can suddenly end, or how life can maybe begin again in a ghostly haunted heavenly way. Rollender coalesces the light and the dark and thus instigates thoughts and feelings about life and death and their intermingling.
From the poem, "Breviary Notes"
dreams of my mother devouring the light.Overflowing bowl of collarbones.
I run on stripped feet in a river forever tearing rocks.One of my ribs wrapped
in feathers. Where my soul is a place, the flareof paradise, snow...
***
Nicole Rollender is editor of Stitches. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Adroit Journal, Alaska Quarterly Review, Best New Poets, The Journal, Radar Poetry, Salt Hill Journal, THRUSH Poetry Journal, West Branch, Word Riot and others. Her first full-length poetry collection, Louder Than Everything You Love, is forthcoming from ELJ Publications. She is the author of the chapbooks Arrangement of Desire (Pudding House Publications), Bone of My Bone, a winner in Blood Pudding Press’s 2015 Chapbook Contest, and Ghost Tongue (Porkbelly Press, 2016). She’s the recipient of poetry prizes from CALYX Journal, Ruminate Magazine and Princemere Journal. Find her online at nicolerollender.com.
Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and red explosions. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications. She is also the editor and publisher of Blood Pudding Press (which publishes print poetry chapbooks) and Thirteen Myna Birds (Blood Pudding Press's spooky little sister, an online blog style lit mag). You can find out more at www.JulietCook.weebly.com.
Nicole Rollender's "Absence of Stars" (Dancing Girl Press, 2015) - https://dulcetshop.myshopify.com/collections/frontpage/products/absence-of-stars
Nicole Rollender's "Bone of My Bone" (Blood Pudding Press, 2015) - https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress
From the first poem in the chapbook, "Necessary Work"
Roman poets put skulls in their love poems – the mortalwith the immortal, the dark in the brilliant death-light; the plum falling
from its long branch, then sweetly decomposing. The excruciating
parting of our two bodies, that was necessary. Your tiny body – you can’t
even drink my milk – sleeps in my palm. Holding you, my hand is a cradle
of bone...
The bones inside meat connect to the carnage of wild life and what lies beneath or beyond or above - the possibility of the next life, of heaven. The throwing of salt and flinging of apples and tossing of flowers. The licking of salt and other small rituals involving bread and milk and bread and bones and bread and more flowers.
From the poem, "Alms for Birds"
...Hidden once, I watched
my father kick a dog against a fence, as I ate honeysuckle
seasick, forming the place where my childis a wetted bird broken out too
soon...
The interconnections of sinners and saints, parent and child, human and non-human, and haunted souls of the living and the dead, "Does the flock / that leaves one drowned in the river ever forget its black wings and shimmering eye?". Wings, twigs, living and dead birds, living and dead animals, skulls, broken teeth, broken necks.
From the poem, "Lullaby"
When he fell, Mama
was twisting a duck’s neck out back, a mercyhe landed skull first.
Her hands tracing bones, cranium bottom-pierced to let the spirit
flash out from the body...
The living and the dead surround each other throughout the Absence of Stars as does the darkness and the light. There are parts of both in this collection and I prefer the darker edged elements, the uneasy emotions, the twinges of viscera and snapped necks more than the delicate land-based, plant-based aspects. Appealingly to me, the dark and light parts are often uniquely intertwined within mere lines of each other. A good example of such entwinement takes place within the beginning of the title poem.
From the poem "Absence of Stars"
This is the oldest part of the cemetery, then, this snow dripping in bone yards,bones, bones –
delicate milk teeth, scooped from a mother’s grave by a woman, peeling apples,calm,
the morning light and somewhere a heart is cleaving,snow
unspooling air...
On a personal level, regarding my reaction to much of Nicole Rollender's poetry that I've read, it is interesting to me how Rollender openly identifies herself as Catholic and offers a lot of God-like and biblical elements in her poems (within this Absence of Stars chapbook - and also within her Bone of My Bone chapbook, which was recently published by my own Blood Pudding Press - and also within poems of hers I've read in different literary magazines) and that I am drawn to and relate to parts of the poems. I am someone who was raised Catholic - reached a point of feeling as if it was being forced upon me and as if I was not allowed to make my own choices - reached a point of feeling/acting anti-Catholic - had years of considering myself an Atheist and now consider myself Agnostic with my own sort of spiritual flow, who is open to others spiritual flows, as long as they're not forced upon me in some sort of black and white, right and wrong capacity. I've found myself wondering what it is about some of Rollender's poetry that appeals to me so strongly - and I think a large part of it is because, not only is her writing style unique and emotional and visceral, there is also nothing black and white or right and wrong about her content. It is mentally connected and haunted in both light and dark ways. It is questioning (of the past, present, and future), female body-based (including discomfort associated with parts of the living body combined with joy for parts of what the body can do combined with pain and what the body can handle and how it can unexpectedly malfunction), and drawn to another dimension in a haunted sort of way.
Some of her poems' visceral aspects remind me of my young overly sensitive Catholic mind being strongly drawn to the torture of female saints, being terribly fearful of hell, and feeling as if I was not good enough for heaven, not because of how I behaved, but because of the creepy, gruesome images that lived inside my mind. Frequently questioning and confessing, whether or not I was in a confessional booth. Confessing to myself inside my own head, sometimes confessing to others even though they didn't ask me to, still sometimes confessing inside my own poems. Maybe my poems are some sort of abstract, anti-repression, Agnostic confessional booth.
I relate to Nicole Rollender's mind for being openly expressive, for not attempting to hide the uncertainty and questions, the unsettling dark parts of life, or how life can suddenly end, or how life can maybe begin again in a ghostly haunted heavenly way. Rollender coalesces the light and the dark and thus instigates thoughts and feelings about life and death and their intermingling.
From the poem, "Breviary Notes"
dreams of my mother devouring the light.Overflowing bowl of collarbones.
I run on stripped feet in a river forever tearing rocks.One of my ribs wrapped
in feathers. Where my soul is a place, the flareof paradise, snow...
***
Nicole Rollender is editor of Stitches. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Adroit Journal, Alaska Quarterly Review, Best New Poets, The Journal, Radar Poetry, Salt Hill Journal, THRUSH Poetry Journal, West Branch, Word Riot and others. Her first full-length poetry collection, Louder Than Everything You Love, is forthcoming from ELJ Publications. She is the author of the chapbooks Arrangement of Desire (Pudding House Publications), Bone of My Bone, a winner in Blood Pudding Press’s 2015 Chapbook Contest, and Ghost Tongue (Porkbelly Press, 2016). She’s the recipient of poetry prizes from CALYX Journal, Ruminate Magazine and Princemere Journal. Find her online at nicolerollender.com.
Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and red explosions. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications. She is also the editor and publisher of Blood Pudding Press (which publishes print poetry chapbooks) and Thirteen Myna Birds (Blood Pudding Press's spooky little sister, an online blog style lit mag). You can find out more at www.JulietCook.weebly.com.
Nicole Rollender's "Absence of Stars" (Dancing Girl Press, 2015) - https://dulcetshop.myshopify.com/collections/frontpage/products/absence-of-stars
Nicole Rollender's "Bone of My Bone" (Blood Pudding Press, 2015) - https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress
"Me" by Adam Tedesco and Juliet Cook at FLAPPERHOUSE
"MY DIRTY HAIRBALLS
and feline creatures
doused in cheap champagne"
from the collaborative poem, "Me" by Adam Tedesco and me, which was published in the Fall addition of FLAPPERHOUSE and is featured on their website today.
HERE - http://flapperhouse.com/2015/11/16/me-poetry-by-adam-tedesco-juliet-cook/
and feline creatures
doused in cheap champagne"
from the collaborative poem, "Me" by Adam Tedesco and me, which was published in the Fall addition of FLAPPERHOUSE and is featured on their website today.
HERE - http://flapperhouse.com/2015/11/16/me-poetry-by-adam-tedesco-juliet-cook/
November 13, 2015
NEW Poetry Interview with me at THE BOOTH
I am extremely excited to share "Writing that disturbs the bodies of the mind: An Interview with Juliet Cook" now up at THE BOOTH at Hermeneutic Chaos!
You can read my answers to questions about grotesque writing, collaborative writing, and my forthcoming second full-length poetry book, Malformed Confetti, coming soon from Crisis Chronicles Press.
https://theboothblogsite.wordpress.com/2015/11/13/writing-that-disturbs-what-disturbs-bodying-the-mind-with-juliet-cook/
(P.S. You can also see a video trailer for the forthcoming book, linked to at the end of the interview)
You can read my answers to questions about grotesque writing, collaborative writing, and my forthcoming second full-length poetry book, Malformed Confetti, coming soon from Crisis Chronicles Press.
https://theboothblogsite.wordpress.com/2015/11/13/writing-that-disturbs-what-disturbs-bodying-the-mind-with-juliet-cook/
(P.S. You can also see a video trailer for the forthcoming book, linked to at the end of the interview)
Listen to the creepy video Book Trailer for my forthcoming Malformed Confetti!
Very excited and creepily delighted to post this Book Trailer video for my second full-length poetry book, Malformed Confetti, COMING SOON from Crisis Chronicles Press! Thank you ever so much to the darkly delicious Susan Yount for creating this fabulous creature!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYcdyX864Ic&feature=youtu.be
November 9, 2015
Listen to Meet The Presses (involving my Blood Pudding Press)
For those of who couldn't make it to Meet the Presses November 7, featuring Blood Pudding Press, Crisis Chronicles Press, NightBallet Press, Writing Knights Press, and The Poet's Haven, you can now listen to parts of the event via youtube.
Lorraine Cipriano starts the conversation and then each of the presses poets/editors reads some poems and talks about small press stuff, in the order of the presses named above.
For Blood Pudding Press, I talk a bit about small press stuff, read one of my own poems and read one poem from each of this year's Blood Pudding Press chapbooks - "Fiddle Is Flood" by Lauren Gordon, "Pigeons and Peace Doves" by Matthew J. Hall, and "Bone of My Bone" by Nicole Rollender.
HERE - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frbQxlipcoI&feature=youtu.be
Lorraine Cipriano starts the conversation and then each of the presses poets/editors reads some poems and talks about small press stuff, in the order of the presses named above.
For Blood Pudding Press, I talk a bit about small press stuff, read one of my own poems and read one poem from each of this year's Blood Pudding Press chapbooks - "Fiddle Is Flood" by Lauren Gordon, "Pigeons and Peace Doves" by Matthew J. Hall, and "Bone of My Bone" by Nicole Rollender.
HERE - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frbQxlipcoI&feature=youtu.be
November 6, 2015
This Saturday November 7 (tomorrow!) - Meet Blood Pudding Press!
TOMORROW November 7th at the Sigmund Sanger Branch Library in Toledo Ohio!I'll be reading a poem from each Blood Pudding Press chapbook of 2015, talking about Blood Pudding, and we'll see what else happens.Will have Blood Pudding Press chapbooks for sale (plus a few of my own, from other small presses), Blood Pudding Press business cards and more.***"Meet the most exciting independent publishers of poetry and fiction in the Ohio area! Come listen to them share their works and give advice on how to get published. It is a perfect opportunity to mingle with these publishers from the following presses:-Azriel Johnson Writing Knights Press (Cleveland,OH)
-Dianne Borsenik NightBallet Press (Cleveland, OH)
-John Burroughs Crisis Chronicles Press (Cleveland, OH)
-Vertigo Xi'an Xavier The Poet's Haven (Massillon, OH)
-Juliet Cook Blood Pudding Press (Medina, OH)There will be FREE Refreshments provided. All are welcome to attend!"https://www.facebook.com/events/1640197596238930/
-Dianne Borsenik NightBallet Press (Cleveland, OH)
-John Burroughs Crisis Chronicles Press (Cleveland, OH)
-Vertigo Xi'an Xavier The Poet's Haven (Massillon, OH)
-Juliet Cook Blood Pudding Press (Medina, OH)There will be FREE Refreshments provided. All are welcome to attend!"https://www.facebook.com/events/1640197596238930/
November 4, 2015
NEW Rogue Agent!
Happily delighted that the newest issue of Rogue Agent is alive and includes a collaborative poem by j/j hastain & me (and lots more good stuff too) all HERE - http://www.rogueagentjournal.com/
