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!
"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)