New July Thirteen Myna Birds Flock!

A new oozing update to the Thirteen Myna Birds flock, offering an odd entourage of uncanny new poetry morsels by Jennifer MacBain-Stephens, Daniel M. Shapiro, Donavon Davidson, Jeffrey Zable, and John Grey - preceded by a teaser piece from the new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "They Talk About Death" by Alessandra Bava. Step inside if you dare - http://13myna.blogspot.com/.

"I dip my fingers in your scars - pilfering flesh like it was the future - kinetic spasms of gloss, hair, bone, and tendon - when light strikes light head on, a life must end - a cut, dirty swan - falling into a dark hole - dead fruit falling from trees - seep up through rotting flower stalks - little lambs eat their hearts out - it immediately disintegrated in my hands - fingertips to blades - hyenas in celluloid nightgowns"


The First Review of the New Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook - They Talk About Death by Alessandra Bava

"Despite the talk about death and the genuine (not romanticised) sorrow, there is abundant hope that like 'Madame Bowery' 

your spirit soars as a pearl gray crow.

Added to the brilliance of the words, this hand-worked edition has a sublime cover by Erin Wells."


An excerpt from the very first review of the new Blood Pudding Press chapbook, "They Talk About Death" by Alessandra Bava!

Thank you very much to K.A. Laity for reading the chapbook and writing this wonderful little review!

You may read it all hear on Goodreads -https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/992814993?book_show_action=true&page=1

You may find out more and get your own copy of the chapbook in the Blood Pudding Press shop here - https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress


More July Poetry News!

Partake of this new interview, about collaborative poetry and more, by Juliet Cook and Robert Cole, conducted by Pretty Owl Poetry here: - http://prettyowlpoetry.com/interviews/juliet-cook-robert-cole/


Then you can read one of Robert and Juliet’s collaborative poems (“Superorbital Dive”) AND a collaborative poem by Juliet and j/j hastain (“Scares and Scores”) at the NEW Dressing Room Poetry (Issue Eight) here - http://www.dressingroompoetryjournal.com/issue-eight.html


And in case you missed it a few days ago, find out about the newly available Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, “They Talk About Death” by Alessandra Bava, in the blog post below this one and/or at the Blood Pudding Press shop here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/195585261/new-they-talk-about-death-by-alessandra?


They Talk About Death by Alessandra Bava - NEW Blood Pudding Press Poetry chapbook!

They Talk About Death by Alessandra Bava is the third contest winning Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook of 2014!

This is Bava's first chapbook published within the United States.

They Talk About Death is available here - http://www.etsy.com/listing/195585261/new-they-talk-about-death-by-alessandra?

Cover Art - Yellow Carousel Horse by Erin Wells.

Available with Vanilla Skull Cover, Medium Blue Cover, or Off White Cover.

Hand bound with artsy yarn, either Sea Orange or Medium Blue - OR with Dusty Rose ribbon.

The innards include thirteen poems, inspired by/based upon other writers/artists who died young, including Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, Garcia Lorca, Rimbaud, and Baudelaire.

Below is part of the chapbook's title poem, followed by more biographical information about the poet.


"Sylvia talks of her
first attempt. Anne
listens attentively.
Her lucid,

blue stare
beautifies the dark
suicidal words:
the sweet,

terrible act dissected
with loving details
as on a morgue


Alessandra Bava lives and works in the Eternal city. She holds an MA in American Literature and manages her own translation agency. She is the author of two bilingual chapbooks, NOCTURNE (Edizioni Pulcinoelefante, 2013) and GUERRILLA BLUES (Edizioni Ensemble, 2012).

THEY TALK ABOUT DEATH is her third chapbook but her first US published chapbook. Her fourth chapbook is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press. She is the editor of ROME'S REVOLUTIONARY POETS BRIGADE ANTHOLOGY Vol. 1 (Edizioni Ensemble, 2012) and ARTICOLO 1 (Albeggi Edizioni, 2014). Her poems have appeared in several journals such as Plath Profiles, THRUSH Poetry Journal, Empty Mirror and Left Curve. In 2010 she had a cathartic encounter with SF Poet Laureate Jack Hirschman and she is currently writing his biography.


Here is a link to the first 2014 Blood Pudding Press contest wining chapbook - House on Fire by Susan Yount - https://www.etsy.com/listing/177826146/new-house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-2014?

Here is a link to the second Blood Pudding Press contest winning chapbook - Stick Up by Paul David Adkins - https://www.etsy.com/listing/188110107/new-stick-up-by-paul-david-adkins-2014?


ugly emotional impact

So yesterday it might have sounded like it was all about sobbing because of killing a giant mutant wasp, and then having a crappy, self-deprecating, unaccomplished day/night, and then putting my beer socks on late at night and attempting to chug a Miller Lite (and taking more than an hour to chug it) and yes it was partially about all that jazz, but here’s why.

Sometimes you think you’re getting to know someone better and better (and thus trust them more and more, even though you’re not an easily trustworthy chick) over the course of many months – and then all of the sudden, seemingly out of nowhere, you find out something you didn’t know, wouldn’t have suspected, and don’t understand.

That sudden new revelation has a negative emotional impact on you, causing you to question that other person more and causing you to question yourself even more (even though you’re an overly questioning person to begin with and thought you were finally reaching the point of questioning less). You’re confused, upset, unsure, and don’t know what to do.

You stupidly sit on the counter in front of your bathroom mirror and pick at your own facial skin, squeezing it and scratching it and peeling parts of it off. Your skin had been looking better than usual for over a month, but now you’ve made it look way worse than usual and you’ve done it to yourself, almost as though you semi-purposely chose to make yourself look ugly, do to your mental dilemma. Now you look/feel like an embarrassing mini-disaster zone.

You cancel your Friday social plan (you don’t want be in a noisy crowded public space with now one-on-one personal conversation and bombarded with semi-repetitive bursts of screaming color) and decide to spend the whole weekend by yourself, trying to situate your thoughts/feelings and work on poetry stuff. Too bad you feel too ugly to walk to the store and buy yourself a bottle of wine (but if you get desperate for alcohol, I guess you can drink the other five Miller Lites in your fridge).


First Publication of July

"the words were mutating
crows, cawing through
every socket,
every crawlspace"

From 'Goop', a collaborative poem by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, now up at Crisis Chronicles.

Read more here - http://cclitmag.wordpress.com/2014/07/02/goop-by-jj-hastain-and-juliet-cook/


Late June Delightful Poetry News

Utterly delighted that my poetry has been published in two different awesome places in two days – Diode 7.2 went live this past Sunday and includes one individual poem by me. ILK Journal oozed out its fourteenth innards Monday and includes two collaborative poems by me and j/j hastain.

I am also currently in the process of working on a new collaborative poetry interview, assembling a new collaborative poetry chapbook to submit, and working on the next Blood Pudding Press chapbook, among other things.

I'm a little bit behind with reading Thirteen Myna Birds submissions, reading things other than lit mags and submissions, and emailing my friends (and writing new poems, and revising old poems, and submitting).

However, having poems in Diode and ILK outweighs the behind-ness.

And stay tuned for news about the new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook coming soon – They Talk About Death by Alessandra Bava.


New ILK! (Including two collaborative poems by me and j/j hastain)

antibodies hidden in my hip flasks
three is more I
have three hips
swathe swaddle
swooning nevermore
inside this threesome of

nether region, tethered neverlands
tongue tied, speaking through
the eyes

A few lines from "Wonderland or Wanderlust", one of the two collaborative poems by  Juliet Cook and j/j hastain that are now up at the new Issue 14 of ILK (we are your kind).

Read more here - http://ilkjournal.com/journal/issue-fourteen/juliet-cook-j-j-


A poem of mine in the new diode! (Love Can Be a Chokecherry)

"She knows another nightmare is coming
when the bird sounds turn into dark moans.
Mounds of wings torn, ripped, pitched
until she wonders when did wings even exist?
None of this is real, so why give birth to more?
Somebody will sea the shells, but not the birds
tiny fetuses stuck on concrete, dripping beaks,
ants crawling in and out of the cracked necks."

from my poem, "Love Can Be a Chokecherry", now up at diode

Very excited and delighted to have a new poem published in a new issue of diode, which has been one of my favorite online literary magazines for years.

Read more here - http://www.diodepoetry.com/v7n2/content/cook_j.html


NEW Review of House on Fire by Susan Yount (Blood Pudding Press, 2014) at Cleaver Magazine

A NEW review of House on Fire by Susan Yount (Blood Pudding Press, 2014) is now up at Cleaver Magazine.

Thank you to Carlo Matos for writing this excellent review. 

Here are some parts of it:

In “House on Fire,” which is set apart from the other poems by its reddish, flame-colored print, the speaker says, “The house is kindling . . . The house is a pyre . . . The family aflame . . . Her father, a devil . . . Your house ablaze, get out.” These simple declarative statements capture much of the desperation of a family being held hostage by a father who has become a force of destruction.


In the prose poem, “Notes on Despair” we begin to deal with the aftermath of these traumatic experiences, with guilt and/or blame. The speaker says, “She never worked as hard as her sister. Maybe that’s why it / happened . . . His teeth. His hands. His fist. His dick. She is feeding them. She is ten. She cannot tell.” The “she,” as I mentioned earlier, is the narrator herself, who is trying to rationalize why her father targeted her. She fears it might be punishment for her lack of industry as compared to her sister. But in “Almost Dark” there are no rationalizations, only anger: “and I squat thinking of ways / to kill him.” But by the time we get to the final poem, her feelings have become a bit more complex—blame and guilt seem to be beside the point: “I’m not sure what is more pathetic you trying to decide if the poem is blaming you / or her and you and I and you or I again can’t remember things or don’t care” (“Spontaneous Symmetry Breaking”). And the syntax is such that it is quite difficult to pin down just who “you” is. Clearly, “you” can be the father, but “you” could also be the speaker—a self-incrimination designed to force her to move beyond the past, to “Stop writing / about your father” (“The Oracle”).

Read the whole review here - http://www.cleavermagazine.com/house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-reviewed-by-carlo-matos/

And get your own copy of House on Fire here -https://www.etsy.com/listing/177826146/new-house-on-fire-by-susan-yount-2014?ref=shop_home_feat_4