Juliet Cook's Blog, page 61

Temporarily Disconnected with Brain Space Invaders

I had a rather disturbing false awakened lucid dream. Maybe because I took a nap at a weird time (starting a little after 11:00 PM with my alarm set to get up at 12:30 AM - and before lying down, I thought there was a possibility my mom might call be before I got up, because sometimes she does call me in the midnight to 12:45 AM time frame).
I called my mom and she acted like it was an unexpectedly late time for me to be calling her. Then I felt confused because it's not uncommon for her to call me at that time. Then I realized I was still lying down and couldn't even remember the reason why I had called her. Then our phone call got randomly disconnected. Then I suddenly couldn't get my phone to work and could barely see anything on my phone. At first I was worried that my mom would freak out because I wasn't calling her back and wasn't answering if she was trying to call me back. It reminded me of times in the past, shortly before I had a seizure, when I couldn't see any of the fine print on my phone and couldn't seem to remember how to use it, because my brain became temporarily disconnected.

I repeatedly tried to use my phone (trying to call my mom, then trying to call Darryl) with no success, then I realized that part of the issue might be because every room in the house was dark and I couldn't see very well. But then, hardly any light in the house was working. It wasn't a power outage, because the kitchen light was on. But it was on with less than 1/4th the amount of light as usual and then when I started staring at it, I saw that the light fixture was haphazardly dangling from the ceiling and then it crashed down to the ground, shooting shards of glass across the floor, and since there was no light in the kitchen anymore, I had to stay away from there, so that I didn't step on glass. I could barely see my phone and it wasn't working regularly at all and it said SPAM and I thought it had been hacked.

No ceiling light I tried to turn on worked. I walked to the corner of my living room where I have a floor light, but not only was it also not working, but the lamp fixture had been removed. Something that looked like a broken balloon was dangling there. I started to worry that someone had invaded my home, but why and how, because it was full of snow outside. I thought about grabbing a flashlight, but they were in a drawer in my kitchen and I was worried I'd step on glass, but I had to take that risk, because I had no idea what was going on and could barely see. Then I heard someone open the side door of my garage, and thought maybe my parents had come over to check on me, because of my lack of response to their phone calls, they thought I'd had a seizure or maybe it was an invader.

Then I woke up, less than ten minutes before my alarm was set to go off, but during the whole dream, I hadn't even known it was a dream. I had thought I had made a semi-random phone call while still in bed, then had gotten up and been walking around in my own home in the dark, seeing error after error, feeling increasingly disconcerted that either my space had been invaded or something had gone awry with my own brain.

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews Me

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews me!
Read my answers to some writing/poetry questions by clicking the link below.
https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2019/01/17/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-juliet-cook/

Tentacular Splatter PRINT (newly added to the Blood Pudding Press shop)

A small (4 x 6 photo-sized) print version of my recently completed painting, collage art, hybrid creature, Tentacular Splatter, has been newly added to the Blood Pudding Press shop.

HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/674316373/tentacular-splatter-print-4x6-print-of-a?ref=shop_home_active_3

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NEW in Ex-Spec Po - Four Collaborative poems by j/j hastain & Juliet Cook!

"I made it worse because I screamed
when he shoved the tiny bird into his mouth.
I mean, I'm pro-choice, but that doesn't mean
I'm going to hunt down and collect fetuses
to eat like a martyr holding an overly
ripe lime. The limoncello turned red

and we read the entrails for rewards,
hoping to watch the broken bird wings
rip themselves out of his mouth and take off
into the sky with a line of vultures
carrying him with them."

j/j hastain and I have four collaborative poems appearing in Ex-Spec Po today!

The lines above are from the poem, "Celestial zoo where the lubricants may cause death or new life".

Read more HERE - https://medium.com/the-operating-system/a-collection-of-collaborations-by-juliet-cook-and-jj-hastain-33c486819ea0

A NEW mini-review of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Cutting Eyes from Ghosts" by Ariana D. Den Bleyker

"A mesmerizing collection! These poems will shake you to your core. Read them at night."The beginning of a new-ish mini-review by Casey Kiser, of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Cutting Eyes from Ghosts" by Ariana D. Den Bleykerread the entire review here - https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2601435695?book_show_action=false&from_review_page=1acquire your very own copy of "Cutting Eyes from Ghosts" from the Blood Pudding Press shop here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/512469489/cutting-eyes-from-ghosts-by-ariana-d-den?ref=shop_home_active_1

Darryl and me shortly after midnight on New Year's Eve night, when 2018 turned into 2019.

Me on New Year's Eve 2018.

Happy New Year 2019! AND j/j hastain and I have a new poem in Rogue Agent!

"...Beelzebub rises me up,

sinks me down into a bowl of vomit,
stirs me with a knife,
frosts me on top of inedible cake
and I don’t stop eating
myself like the bride and groom
who married in spite of broken spoons
hurling themselves across rooms."

in the poem, "FRANKENSTEIN’S WIFE WEARING TORN LINGERIE" by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, inside the NEW Issue 46 of ROGUE AGENT!

read more HERE - http://www.rogueagentjournal.com/cook-hastain

A wonderful NEW review of my Malformed Confetti!

"This book of poetry is a language feast. Alliterative, assonant, associative...An aural smorgasbord. "I'm a slab on a slab, a plait on a plate, a poorly shorn lamb on the lam." Verbal slapstick mixed with high seriousness. Poems like acts of dissection exposing the viscera of femininity. Cook has wicked fun lobotomizing and surgically removing the pretty, cute, and adorable from her little dollies, subjects of her macabre ICU"a part of this awesomely wonderful review by Wayne F Burke of my new-ish poetry book, "Malformed Confetti" (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2018)read his whole review HERE - https://www.amazon.com/gp/customer-reviews/R1TOPEHI8G2FCD/ref=cm_cr_dp_d_rvw_ttl?ie=UTF8&ASIN=1640929738

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