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Another One of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae

Another One of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portrait by Collin J Rae

Another one of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae (August 2020)

NEW! The August Flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has Arrived!

"When will we quarantine together? - epicenter of the epidemic - mind full of rabies - shoved into this gothic monster closet - leaving a wet glistening trail - butterfly eyebrows ready to skewer - like a stab-vest on the shoulder - when the circus came to town - the National Museum of Death - The drunken angels clink glasses - One sock black the other sock gone - hung from his beard - How do you think I got a funny stump?"

Shortly before the end of August the NEW August flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has finally arrived!

This flock begins with 2 teaser piece poems from the NEW Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "EVIL ME" by Eileen MISH Murphy! Followed by 13 other poems from Jennifer Shneiderman, Michael A. Griffith, Howie Good, C. Cropani, DS Maolalai, and Thomas E. Simmons! 
Check it all out HERE - http://13myna.blogspot.com/

Another one of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae (August 2020) - with another pandemic rant

One of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae (August 2020)

This photo art portrait caused me to think of the dream I had where I looked in the mirror and had no eyes, but could still see myself. No eyes, just empty holes.
Woke up a few hours after I went to bed last night, more hot flashes, laid there for about an hour, thoughts ranting around in my head. 
Felt upset and angry about some people seeming to make quick and careless and rash decisions/assumptions that they can suddenly bring a new person into a home they share with others, not seeming to consider or care that their choice poses a risk for not just themselves, but the other people too.
Thought about careless invasiveness and felt nauseated.
Thought about people wearing masks wrong. Thought about people not wearing masks at all. Thought about kids/teens/young adults back to school and playing sports and inviting friends over to their homes. Thought about people meeting during this pandemic time and love in the time of Covid. 
My boyfriend and I have been involved with each other for over 6 years, but he hasn't spent the night at my house for close to 6 months now.
People who are behaving as if life is back to normal are pissing me off. 
Sometimes stab mounds might come out of my seemingly empty eye sockets.

Another one of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae (August 2020) - with a pandemic rant

I think I look a bit sad in this one, which suits the month, because all month long I've been alternating between sad and upset and doubtful and excessive crying jags and angry.

And stressed and bothered by other people and bothered by myself.

And okay I've had some moments of creativity and amusement.

And heavy duty perimenopausal 20 plus hot flashes a day. (It's either perimenopausal or I'm on the brink of death or something). And this is the first month I didn't get my period at all, but felt like I had PMS almost all month long.

And I've unintentionally upset friends when I thought I was just honestly expressing myself and I've doubted my own forms of expression and I've doubted my own brain and think there must be something wrong with me.

And maybe this excessive little blathering will piss off someone else.

One of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae (August 2020)

My Histrionics Inside My Interior City is two months and one day old (and still alive and waiting for you to read it)!

My 2020 Summer Series Micro-Chap, "Histrionics Inside My Interior City", was published by Ghost City Press on June 23, so it is now two months and one day old - and it is still available to read for free online via the link below.

13 pages of poetry filled with vomit, vodka, demented ghost corpses and so on and so forth...

You can donate a dollar or teleport me a tiny martini or read it for free - and you can also read lots of other Ghost City Press Micro-Chaps.

HISTRIONICS - https://ghostcitypress.com/2020-summer-series/histrionics-inside-my-interior-city?fbclid=IwAR2YU4HoYV5YmBJLVCTAIabEEY2RL7nSoXAXUO2JEUKbFxidV_Z-eLK2iKQ

Lots of others - https://ghostcitypress.com/2020-summer-series?fbclid=IwAR127ngw2OW3sn6Q69dJQklZTTkDhnAEQVWqA9ByUoMIivP7V8q2HYvFchQ

floating...

NEW! EVIL ME by MISH is the first new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook of 2020!

A NEW poetry chapbook from my Blood Pudding Press is newly available as of August 2020!

EVIL ME includes 19 poems by MISH - and MISH also created the cover art!

You can find out more about the poet/artist Eileen "MISH" Murphy, via her website HERE - https://mishmurphy.com/

The poems within EVIL ME offer a powerful mix of quirky, delightful, dark, sad, and depressing - with the focus ranging from troubling childhood issues to new romance/marriage to failed romance/divorce with quirks, mental dilemmas, family dilemmas, depression, and death.

Each chapbook is hand-designed, hand bound with colorful ribbon or yarn, and you can choose your own color of cover stock for the chapbook's cover.

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I said hello to the death songs inside me.
I caressed the safety razorI used to shave my legs.I couldn’t force myself to carve the flesh of my wrists.
I asked my mother to move so I could reachthe cabinet under the kitchen sink:I’ll drink Drano.I’ll kill myself.
No, you won’t, said Motherand told me to set the table.
in the poem "Smells Like Teen Spirit"
***Acquire your very own copy of EVIL ME, here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/856406887/new-evil-me-by-mish-2020-blood-pudding?ref=shop_home_active_2