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A NEW Review by Casey Kiser of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, PEDIOPHOBIA by Daniel G. Snethen!

"A collection this gracefully twisted can only come from Blood Pudding Press. If you don't have doll paranoia now, you must read this to see what you're missing! I promise the poems in Snethen's book will give you the creeps but mostly, you will be more disturbed by how much you enjoy it. This is an absolute must-have for any chapbook collector."
From a new review by Casey Kiser of the latest Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, PEDIOPHOBIA by Daniel G. Snethen​!

Read more here - https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3091695952?book_show_action=false#_=_
Also, a copy of this chapbook went out in the mail today to the University of Arizona Poetry Center Library - and soon one will be heading to the upcoming Poet's House Showcase!
You can acquire your very own hand-designed copy of PEDIOPHOBIA from the Blood Pudding Press shop here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/762122669/new-pediophobia-by-daniel-g-snethen-2019?ref=shop_home_feat_1

Happy Valentine's Day/Anti-Valentine's Day from Thirteen Myna Birds! The NEW February flock has arrived!

"she is a boastful follower, possessed by the god she’s with - the bright red & warm layer of meat - Red nosed clown stickers - she just fell right through - i heard piercing cries - their faces appear as shadows in windows - we understood no one would care whether you jumped or i was pushed..."Happy Valentine's Day/Anti-Valentine's Day from Thirteen Myna Birds! The NEW February flock has now arrived and is filled with poetry and art by Eileen Murphy, MISH, Jonie McIntire, Sandra Feen, John Sweet, Daniel G. Snethen, and John Compton.HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/ 
broken heart 1 by MISH

HELLO My name is DOLL

More creepy little bunches of the newest Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, PEDIOPHOBIA by Daniel G. Snethen (including cover art by Josh Birrittieri), have been prepared to circulate their way into the world.

You can acquire a copy for yourself here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/762123585/new-pediophobia-by-daniel-g-snethen-2019?ref=shop_home_feat_4

Or acquire one for a friend, as a creepy, slightly belated Valentine (or anti-Valentine) gift filled with evil little dolls. We don't all like cheesy cards, romantic chocolates, and cliched jewelry, after all. Some of us like strange poetry and art. 

The DUSIE Kollektiv 9 is now available online (including my poetry chapbook, DARK PURPLE INTERSECTIONS...)!

The DUSIE kollektiv 9 : for Marthe Reed

curated by elisabeth workman & susana gardner

Now available to read online HERE - http://www.dusie.org/kollektiv9.html
(All kinds of poetry chapbooks available, in honor of Marthe Reed, including my poetry chapbook.)
Here is a link to the online version of my offering, DARK PURPLE INTERSECTIONS (inside my Black Doll Head Irises) - http://www.dusie.org/Cook--DARKPURPLEINTERSECTIONS.pdf
My DARK PURPLE INTERSECTIONS is also available in hand-designed print copies from my Blood Pudding Press shop here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/689260672/new-dark-purple-intersections-inside-my?ref=shop_home_feat_2

Ongoing invisibility glitches...

Sometimes I feel like I'm spending hours and hours and hours working on stuff that hardly anyone cares about but me. Which is fine, I guess (as long as I care about it and enjoy it), but it also causes me to feel sort of invisible and questioning meanings.Then it sometimes reaches a point where I'm not even sure why I'm spending so much time and attention working on my individual invisible stuff inside my individual invisible brain-land. It's not loneliness; I almost never feel lonely these days (I love having time to myself/ by myself to do my own thing); it's more like what is the point of this, this, this or ANYTHING sort of thoughts/feelings. Feeling semi-randomly invisible in regards to stuff that doesn't feel invisible to me, but maybe it almost is anyway.And then when I keep working away in my invisible land anyway, I start thinking of black holes and wondering if part of my brain is some sort of black hole. Or more like a tiny wormhole inside a small book, probably involving poetry. Maybe even poetry that I spent a lot of time, effort, energy, and even genuine passion creating, but not long after it's completed, it might soon turn invisible again (or it might not, so I keep trying...)...When I was younger, my feelings of invisibility manifested themselves in a more physical manner. For example, if I was in a room full of people, my brain would try to convince me that nobody could see me, even though I could see them - and I'd have to look in the mirror a lot in order to visualize myself and prove that I physically existed. But now it's more a mental/emotional thing. Yes, I physically exist (and yes I have real thoughts, feelings, and awareness), but does it really matter? Yes? No? Maybe? Ask the latest Ouija Board?I most likely don't matter very much in the vast scheme of things, but do I even matter that much on a small scale? I mean, sure I matter on a very small personal scale to myself, but...

Happy (Disturbingly Dark) 2020 from Thirteen Myna Birds! Dive into this new flock (the first of 2020) and try not to drown!

The first Thirteen Myna Birds Flock of 2020 has arrived and it is sad, dark, unsettling, spooky, and filled with dolls!

Sad broken hooked dolls filled with black holes and death!

Offering poetry and art by Daniel Snethen, Sandra Feen, John Grey, MISH, John Sweet, Ashley Cox, Eileen Murphy, Aaron Pride, and Wayne F Burke.
"through enameled bobbing horses against the centripetal force - You’re awakened in early light by blood dripping from the ceiling - Something's Up - the sound of baby bones breaking - in broken-down beds - I am a terminal node branched away from the circuit of perfection - my eyes crash through their sockets and I flail at the darkness - sometimes it hurts to be alone - Nurse, can you up the pain meds?"
Read me please - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
lost boy by Ashley Cox and MISH

NEW in Burning House Press - The New World Doll Dresser by me and j/j hastain

"Take me into the basement and use that voice on me.
Magnetize me until the mold goes away.
Sub-layers for the submissive who never wanted
a dominant and really just wanted a doll..."within the poem "The New World Doll Dresser" by me and j/j hastain, up at Burning House Press's Vision issue 

One more photo at the Greater Cleveland Aquarium, January 11, 2020

At the Greater Cleveland Aquarium, January 11, 2020

Incorporation of Gray and Purple