Juliet Cook's Blog, page 58
March 1, 2019
NEW in Ppigpenn! - One poem by me and two poems by j/j hastain and me! - Happy strange March!
One poem by me, "Burnt Pepper" - and two collaborative poems by j/j hastain and me, "Edible (or Inedible) In and Out" and "Wasting away in a giant trap full of carcasses" are now up at Ppigpenn (thank you very much to Catfish McDaris and John D. Robinson)
HERE - https://ppigpenn.blogspot.com/2019/02/julietcook-is-grotesque-glitter-witch.html?zx=59905d8756eb93a9
HERE - https://ppigpenn.blogspot.com/2019/02/julietcook-is-grotesque-glitter-witch.html?zx=59905d8756eb93a9
February 28, 2019
The March Flock of Myna Birds has Arrived!
One day before March is upon us, the March flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived!Offering new poetry by Chelsea Margaret Bodnar, Deirdre Gainor, Steve Sibra, Mike Croghan, Catfish McDaris, Susan Mahlburg, and Robert Okajitwo doors lead into hell - a sunken corpse lost in the darkness - a wildflower drooling blood - Dead and almost dead - A lone mouse cruised through the rooms every evening at dusk - Concealer of tinsel and convex mirrors - careless in its dips and swaggers as the voltage sang beneath and above it - did I dream there were words?- why is there an old photo in the back of my sock drawer? - whispering of the forbidden - The overgrown and tongue-speaking night - and gumbo with sweet human meat - obscure the chained dogs - the stakes were steep for me - My horoscope of dirt - Everything that we love -- it grows old, withers and dies.HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
February 21, 2019
My "Malformed Confetti" and "From One Ruined Human to Another" are soon to be newly REVIEWED!
Eileen Murphy received copies of my 2018 poetry chapbook, "From One Ruined Human to Another" (Cringe-Worthy Poets Collective Press) AND my 2018 full-length poetry book, "Malformed Confetti" (Crisis Chronicles Press) and is planning on writing reviews of both books soon!
A creatively wonderful thank you to Eileen Murphy and to the presses who published these books!
Anyone who does not yet have a copy of one or both of these books, I'll link to them below in case you are interested.
My poetry chapbook, "From One Ruined Human to Another" was published in June 2018 by CWP Collective Press!
You can acquire your own copy of this poetry chapbook from CWP, HERE - https://www.cwpcollectivepress.com/bookstore-1/from-one-ruined-human-to-another
Or from the author's Blood Pudding Press shop, HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/634109226/from-one-ruined-human-to-another-by?ref=shop_home_feat_4
Wonderful cover art by Craig Firsdon.
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My new full-length poetry book, "Malformed Confetti", was published in October 2018 by Crisis Chronicles Press!
You can acquire your own copy of Malformed Confetti from Crisis Chronicles Press, HERE -https://ccpress.blogspot.com/2018/10/Cook102.html
Or from Amazon, HERE - https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1640929738/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_myi?m=AXH8DEUFPPU2O
Or directly from the author's Blood Pudding Press shop, HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/641070988/malformed-confetti-by-juliet-cook-2018?ref=shop_home_feat_1
Gorgeous cover art by Simona Candini.
February 18, 2019
NEW! Two collaborative poems by j/j hastain and I in Rabid Oak Issue 11!
I can’t decide how to name
the shape of this branch;
whether to object or celebrate
its brokenness.delighted to have two poems by j/j hastain & I included in Issue 11 of Rabid Oak HERE - https://rabidoak.com/issues/issue-11/two-by-juliet-cook-and-j-j-hastain/
February 15, 2019
Parts of last night's bad dream(s):
(I don't usually add "trigger warnings" above my posts, but I will say that the end of this post gets pretty violent, so if you don't want to accidentally read any details of physical violence, then you might want to stop reading once you hit the third paragraph, or at least before you get to the last paragraph)I'm not a huge Star Wars aficionado. I mean, I like the movies okay (especially some of the visuals of non-human creatures), but am not blown away by the movie's story lines. So I'm not sure why some giant non-human animal-like creature that I think was in a Star Wars movie appeared in last night's dream. It was weird looking, huge with extremely long legs, and fast moving - but somehow in the dream, it was supposedly some sort of giant sloth.The giant sloths were on the side of good, so I was watching them from outside my window, but then one of them suddenly turned into a lioness and jumped into my house and was right in front of me. The lioness was not necessarily good or bad, but she was an animal and if I made an attempt to run away from her, I would most likely be attacked and ripped into pieces, so I woke myself up.Then when I fell back asleep, I started having one of my disturbing dreams that involved tortuous human violence. The dream involved me and two other good people (good as in non-evil and non-violent). Me and the guy had taken this disabled woman into an office room (some type of medical or psychiatric office room,or at least that's what we thought it was), in order to try to explain that she had accidentally forgotten to take a few of her much needed psychiatric pills, so could she please be given 5 extra pills before her pill prescription was available for renewal. The guy who worked in the office opened a book full of paperwork, crossed off 5 words, and said no she would not be given 5 extra pills, because she was the one who had made the mistake, and in fact, now she would not be given ANY pills EVER, and then he crossed off the entire page, and said that what ever happened to her next was her own fault.At first I thought he was just some asshole having an assholish day and taking it out on random patients, so I tried to act tough and angry and insisted that he give our disabled friend the pills she needed. Then he started screaming at us, threatening us with violence, and it seemed like he was actually going to inflict violence, so I yelled "Let's go!" and we started running. But somehow he grabbed the disabled woman, stabbed out one of her eyes, and started pounding her in the face, and I felt like it was our fault, because we had gone in there to help her, but now we were just running away as she got tortured and possibly killed. Clearly, the guy didn't care about anyone's life, especially that of a disabled woman who had forgotten to take a few of her pills.
