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December 17, 2015
Three New Poems in the New Tallow Eider Quarterly
Excited to have three poems appearing in the new tallow eider quarterly, Winter Issue 2015!One individual poem by me - one collaborative poem by Adam Tedesco and me - one collaborative poem by j/j hastain and me. Talk about a threesome.
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Read all of the innards HERE - http://tequarterly.com/issue-one-2/
December 16, 2015
Like A Clown Doll Hung to the Wall by Adam Tedesco and Juliet Cook at Yellow Chair Review (Pop Culture Issue)
"You'll be chained to a mask
factory filled with clown heads
dripping sticky grape jelly out eye holes.You'll be tied to a milking machine
in a room filled with clown shoes
of different sizes and shapes.Poison apple worms writhe out of nipples
on top fake breasts. Recurring clown
laugh track after laugh track
after evil clown laugh track"
from the poem Like A Clown Doll Hung to the Wall, by Adam Tedesco and me, in the new Yellow Chair Review Pop Culture Issue, surrounded by lots of other poetry treats HERE -http://issuu.com/yellowchairreview/docs/ycrpopculture
factory filled with clown heads
dripping sticky grape jelly out eye holes.You'll be tied to a milking machine
in a room filled with clown shoes
of different sizes and shapes.Poison apple worms writhe out of nipples
on top fake breasts. Recurring clown
laugh track after laugh track
after evil clown laugh track"
from the poem Like A Clown Doll Hung to the Wall, by Adam Tedesco and me, in the new Yellow Chair Review Pop Culture Issue, surrounded by lots of other poetry treats HERE -http://issuu.com/yellowchairreview/docs/ycrpopculture
December 13, 2015
LAST DAY for the Blood Pudding Press special holiday offer (December 13)!
LAST DAY for the Blood Pudding Press special holiday offer! With any purchase you make that is $5 or more, enter Coupon Code HOLIDAY2015 for 30% off your purchase! http://etsy.me/17W5MTYAND in addition to that, each purchaser can receive one FREE ITEM too, if you note which FREE ITEM you'd likeYou can chose either a mini art piece OR one of the following Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbooks:"Bone of My Bone" by Nicole Rollender"Pigeons and Peace Doves" by Matthew J. Hall"Fiddle Is Flood" by Lauren Gordon"They Talk About Death" by Alessandra Bava"Stick Up" by Paul David Adkins"House On Fire" by Susan Yount"RENEGADE//HEART" by Lisa M. Cole"Sister, Blood and Bone" by Paula Cary"Poking through the Fabric..." by Lora BloomThe offer ends at midnight tonight, when December 13 turns into December 14.
December 11, 2015
Dive Back Down says hello to my house!
Delighted to have received my author copies of Dive Back Down by j/j hastain & I in the mail! This is a new collaborative poetry chapbook, published by Dancing Girl Press last month and available HERE - http://dulcetshop.myshopify.com/products/dive-back-down-j-j-hastain-juliet-cook
In this photo, the chapbook appears in front of my painting/collage art hybrid creature (part of which was photographed, scanned, re-positioned, and accompanied by other artifacts, to create the cover art for Dive Back Down).
The painting/collage art hybrid creature is called ECTOPLASM DEER and is available in the Blood Pudding Press shop HERE -https://www.etsy.com/listing/252851038/ectoplasm-deer-one-of-a-kind-original?ref=shop_home_active_1
In this photo, the chapbook appears in front of my painting/collage art hybrid creature (part of which was photographed, scanned, re-positioned, and accompanied by other artifacts, to create the cover art for Dive Back Down).
The painting/collage art hybrid creature is called ECTOPLASM DEER and is available in the Blood Pudding Press shop HERE -https://www.etsy.com/listing/252851038/ectoplasm-deer-one-of-a-kind-original?ref=shop_home_active_1
December 8, 2015
My Blood Pudding Press special offer (less than a week left)!
From now, up to and including DECEMBER 13, Blood Pudding Press is running an extra-special holiday offer.With any purchase you make that is $5 or more (of a chapbook, a chapbook set, art, or anything else), enter Coupon Code HOLIDAY2015 for 30% off your purchase.AND in addition to that, each purchaser will be receiving one FREE ITEM too, as long as you note which FREE ITEM you'd like.You can chose either a mini art piece OR one of the following Blood Pudding Press chapbooks:"Bone of My Bone" by Nicole Rollender"Pigeons and Peace Doves" by Matthew J. Hall"Fiddle Is Flood" by Lauren Gordon"They Talk About Death" by Alessandra Bava"Stick Up" by Paul David Adkins"House On Fire" by Susan Yount"RENEGADE//HEART" by Lisa M. Cole"Sister, Blood and Bone" by Paula Cary"Poking through the Fabric..." by Lora BloomVisit the Blood Pudding Press shop to take advantage of this special offer -https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress
December 6, 2015
My Blood Pudding Press will not be running a chapbook contest this year BUT does have a special offer this week...
Since this is around the time of year when Blood Pudding Press has been running its poetry chapbook contest the last few years (in order to choose the few chapbooks to publish the next year), I've started to receive questions about when the contest will be taking place this year, when we'll be reading chapbook submissions, and how to submit to Blood Pudding Press.Here are the short answers.-BLOOD PUDDING PRESS IS NOT GOING TO RUN A CHAPBOOK CONTEST THIS YEAR in order to choose which chapbooks to publish next year.-BLOOD PUDDING PRESS IS NOT ACCEPTING CHAPBOOK SUBMISSIONS AT THIS TIME, unless I specifically solicit work from you or ask you to send me something for some reason.-Blood Pudding Press is tentatively planning to take a mini-hiatus for 2016. What's a mini-hiatus? Well, the press will still exist and the chapbooks we've published will still be available, but instead of directing lots of time, attention, and energy on reading lots of new submissions, I will focus on continuing to support and promote the work that has already been published and considering how I might want to re-direct and re-work my press for the future.***Thirteen Myna Birds, the online blog style lit mag semi-associated with Blood Pudding Press, is still accepting submissions right now, although that forum might also be re-worked a bit in the coming year.***The Blood Pudding Press shop is still open as of right now, although that might be re-located to a different space within the coming year.***For one week, from NOW UNTIL (and including) DECEMBER 13, Blood Pudding Press will be running an extra-special holiday offer.With any purchase you make that is $5 or more (of a chapbook, a chapbook set, art, or anything else), enter Coupon Code HOLIDAY2015 for 30% off your purchase.AND in addition to that, each purchaser will be receiving one FREE ITEM too, as long as you note which FREE ITEM you'd like.You can chose either a mini art piece OR one of the following Blood Pudding Press chapbooks:"Bone of My Bone" by Nicole Rollender"Pigeons and Peace Doves" by Matthew J. Hall"Fiddle Is Flood" by Lauren Gordon"They Talk About Death" by Alessandra Bava"Stick Up" by Paul David Adkins"House On Fire" by Susan Yount"RENEGADE//HEART" by Lisa M. Cole"Sister, Blood and Bone" by Paula Cary"Poking through the Fabric..." by Lora Bloom***Visit the Blood Pudding Press shop HERE, to take advantage of this special offer - https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress
December 4, 2015
Happy December from Thirteen Myna Birds! - New Flock, the Last of 2015
Happy December from Thirteen Myna Birds! The last flock of Myna Birds for 2015 has arrived, beginning with the three Blood Pudding Press poems that were nominated for a Pushcart Prize this year (by Lauren Gordon, Matthew J. Hall and Nicole Rollender) and then offering new poems by A.S. Coomer, Erin Renee Wahl, Steve Sibra, and Lee Todd Lacks (with one older poem still remaining by Debasis Mukhopadhyay)."anxiety hurls my goodwill at the wall - dropping the torsos in the stream - shards of colored glass everywhere - shooting stars in his satchel - with strange ropes amongst the stars and bodies - round as a Christmas orange - with the silk of spider-woven wishes - did it sink to be eaten? - reality shimmers into meaninglessness..."HERE - http://13myna.blogspot.com/
December 2, 2015
My "Flying Snake" is up at Masque & Spectacle
"Last month, I felt like I looked old and unattractive,
but this month, I feel like I look like a young attractive snake."
the first two lines of my poem "Flying Snake", new and hissing its way through Masque & Spectacle
HERE - http://masqueandspectacle.com/2015/11/29/flying-snake-juliet-cook/
but this month, I feel like I look like a young attractive snake."
the first two lines of my poem "Flying Snake", new and hissing its way through Masque & Spectacle
HERE - http://masqueandspectacle.com/2015/11/29/flying-snake-juliet-cook/
"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)
