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December 27, 2018
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December 20, 2018
The last Thirteen Myna Birds flock of 2018 has arrived!
The last Thirteen Myna Birds flock of 2018 has arrived, offering poems by Jill Khoury, Robert Golden, J.C. Mari, Martin Willitts Jr., and John Sweet. All HERE - http://13myna.blogspot.com"horizon filled with ground-up bones - from one failed relationship to the next - with rotting carcasses of jacked deer and discarded dead pets - flickering tongues like pine needles burning - is it funny is it a sad wreck? - do you remember why you never escaped from here? - you creep beyond the borders of your season - all the basements filled with water or with bones - He willed the ocean to approach and willed it back - lying on my back mouth open to the sky - for a red red snowflake to seize the day..."
Stocking Stuffer?
I've been having lots of weird dreams lately. I don't remember the details of last nights, except for the part I woke up from, which involved me and another woman and a man in a hotel room and the man had to cut the finger tip off of a living hand with no head or body. The hand was alive, the finger tip looked human, but the longer part of it was shaped like a cross between a pink snake and a long pig tail with penile veins.
Partial analysis - I don't like the holidays. They lump a bunch of pieces of us together and cut parts of us off like it's no big deal.
Partial analysis - I don't like the holidays. They lump a bunch of pieces of us together and cut parts of us off like it's no big deal.
December 18, 2018
December 13, 2018
I'm not sure of this will make sense to anyone other than me...
which is why I'm posting it on my blog for my own reasons (for example, in case it elicits more thoughts/feelings/ideas later).
I'm not sure what this means exactly and I'm also not sure where this came from (although it might possibly partly derive from a long poem I've been working on, that has different aspects focused on different parts of my life).
I'm also not sure if anyone else's mind sometimes separates different time frames in their life to this extent, because mine usually doesn't. I mean I certainly have thoughts, feelings, ideas, and memories related to different parts of my life, but my mind doesn't usually feel compelled to divide that stuff into age-related time frames, as it did sometime late last night or early this morning.I was in bed and I can't remember if I was thinking while I was still awake or if I was alternating between being semi-awake and semi-asleep. My mind started separating different time frames of my adult life, in terms of different kinds of changes to my way of living/thinking/feeling/acting/being involved with others. I felt the need to temporarily turn my light on and write down the time frames, based on my ages during those time frames.18-2222-2828-3030-3637-4040-4343-now
I'm not sure what this means exactly and I'm also not sure where this came from (although it might possibly partly derive from a long poem I've been working on, that has different aspects focused on different parts of my life).
I'm also not sure if anyone else's mind sometimes separates different time frames in their life to this extent, because mine usually doesn't. I mean I certainly have thoughts, feelings, ideas, and memories related to different parts of my life, but my mind doesn't usually feel compelled to divide that stuff into age-related time frames, as it did sometime late last night or early this morning.I was in bed and I can't remember if I was thinking while I was still awake or if I was alternating between being semi-awake and semi-asleep. My mind started separating different time frames of my adult life, in terms of different kinds of changes to my way of living/thinking/feeling/acting/being involved with others. I felt the need to temporarily turn my light on and write down the time frames, based on my ages during those time frames.18-2222-2828-3030-3637-4040-4343-now
December 12, 2018
Malformed Confetti has been nominated for an Ohioana Book Award!
I am excited and delighted and very happy to announce that my full-length poetry book, "Malformed Confetti" (recently published by Crisis Chronicles Press in October of 2018) has been nominated for an Ohioana Book Award!Thank you very much to Crisis Chronicles Press editor John Burroughs for honoring my book in this way!Congratulations and best of luck to the other nominees, too!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 (if you would like a hand-signed copy), HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/641070988/malformed-confetti-by-juliet-cook-2018?ref=shop_home_feat_1
Thank you again to Crisis Chronicles Press!
One more photo of my Tentacular Splatter
My Tentacular Splatter(a newly finished painting/collage art hybrid creature, newly added to my Blood Pudding Press shop here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/666679407/tentacular-splatter-one-of-a-kind?ref=shop_home_feat_2)
