Juliet Cook's Blog, page 175

magician assistant failure

Bad dreams this morning about uncomfortable dentistry with pokey wires in uneasy proximity to my gums and then it suddenly it shifted from dentist chair to inside a formidably spiked metal container. I was a magician's assistant and the trick failed; they couldn't figure out how to free me from this device. The magician was just standing in the aisle amidst the audience, on his cell phone, asking someone on the other end what course of action to try next, to get me out.

He asked, 'Should we just

MAR vs. MARS

I just submitted a few of my new poems to the Mid-American Review, which is of note because the Mid-Am Review is published at Bowling Green State University, which is where I earned my undergraduate degree--a BFA in Creative Writing--back in the mid 1990s. Despite this little connection, I have never before submitted to the publication.

Back when I was an undergrad, I read a few issues and it seemed dull to me at the time. Like older people writing nature poetry, of which I was not a fan. In more

PINK LEOTARD & SHOCK COLLAR

My latest poetry chapbook PINK LEOTARD & SHOCK COLLAR is now available from Spooky Girlfriend Press in a VERY limited edition print run of only 25 copies. They are only $3.00 each!

Heck, at that rate I might buy some of them myself and resell them for $33.00 after licking the nipples and sticking on some googly eyes!

So if you want one on the cheap, you'd better buy it now before I do!

The picture atop my words here is an image of the cover art by Alexis Dietz, but on the real chapbook, it appears

the birds are freaking out

Okay, so maybe my pieces that Andrew Borgstrom posted on his blog today are not exactly 'thingees'. They're more like poems of sorts that I wrote to him in response to his 'Dear Myna' poem that is currently #13 on Thirteen Myna Birds. I told him he could do whatever he wanted with them and he posted them on his blog.

So visit Thirteen Myna Birds at http://13myna.blogspot.com/ and read #13 and then click on Andrew's name, which will link you to his blog, where you can read my response pieces. The

fancy peckers

Happened upon this very pretty, fun looking website called Fancy Find, which has an appealing feature called Toybox Tuesdays, which is presently offering up (amongst other delectable offerings) a wondrous mermaid poem by Janelle Elyse Kihlstrom, which originally appeared upon Thirteen Myna Birds. I thought I'd share so that the poem could be experienced again, in a frilly pink new context:

http://fancyfind.com/2009/07/07/toybox-tuesday-july-7-2009/

Speaking of Thirteen Myna Birds, the latest fligh

bloody jiggling jello squares (misshapen)

Yes, this same posting also appears upon the Bloody Ooze. I'm multi-tasking, okay? Maybe I should re-title this blog 'CandyDishDoom's More Businesslike Fratneral Twin'. Or maybe not.

Anyway, this review makes me really happy. I was having a not-so-hot day yesterday and this review came to my attention right before bed, whereupon my mood substantially improved and now I'm starting today in good spirits. I think that more good poetry news will be on its merry way very soon, so stay tuned.

I've also

twit

I've succumbed to twittering:

http://twitter.com/nonvanilla

designer vagina

Perhaps better than performing a botched surgical procedure upon one's pet (see previous entry) would be performing an oddly artsy preservation procedure upon one's pet. Read my article about rogue taxidermy here:

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1856189/rogue_taxidermy.html?cat=2

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Yesterday I kind of had to wonder about myself when I spent at least ten minutes of my online time scrolling through before & after photos of laser vaginal rejuvenation surgery. What was I doing and why?

Today,

surgery

I had an awful little dream last night, in which I had to perform some sort of surgery upon my Boston Terrier. I had to use an implement that looked like a large pizza cutter to make an incision around the perimeter of his body, beginning at the white underside of his throat and then all the way around, along each of his sides towards the back and under his tail. I dreamed two consecutive variations of this same dream.

In both versions, Sockeye was not anesthetized, but neither was he squirming

better news--Blood Pudding Press poetry, the dead, the velvet...

At night, the dead: is a darkly delectable poetry collection written by Lisa Ciccarello, one of the winners of the Blood Pudding Press chapbook contest.

The lovely cover art was designed by artist Emma Trithart.

The cover stock is pale gray, deckle-edged; the text stock is ivory, deckle-edged.

The pages are hand-numbered and spider-stamped.

This luscious tome is bound with ribbon and will also be tied up with a small expanse of luxurious black or dark red velvet.

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