NEW! The Kill Your Idols issue of Sein und Werden!

Appearing in the new Kill Your Idols autumn issue of Sein und Werden is one of my Museum of Impending Death poems accompanied by several of Collin J Rae's Pandemic Portraits.

Thank you to Rachel Kendall for Sein Und Werden and to Collin J Rae for his wonderful art. 

Take a look HERE - http://www.kissthewitch.co.uk/seinundwerden/autumn20/page23.html

Pandemic Portrait by Collin J Rae

One more Juliet Cook Pandemic Portrait by Collin J Rae

This is the last one of these Pandemic Portraits I'll be posting for now.

I really appreciate Collin J Rae taking all these artsy pandemic portrait photos of me.

I usually don't really like looking at myself all that much (other than to see what I look like), but with these warped creations, I can look at myself from all these different angles and lenses and weird shapes and sizes and colors and hybrid creature-ization that makes it feel way more interesting. Kind of like visual poetry and open to various interpretations.

Sometime in the next few days, I need to download the rest of my August photos off my own camera and phone and I'll probably have more of my own selfies on there. I don't remember what's on there; I'll see when I download it. All I remember is a few sock photos, a few black flower photos (before it dies), and trying to zoom in and make my thigh look triple it's actual size so that I look like I have a small head with the legs of a grotesque giant..

Maybe I took some more poetry chapbook photos too.

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Another one of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae

Another One of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae

Another one of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae (August 2020)

Another one of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae (August 2020) - with another pandemic rant

One of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae (August 2020)

This photo art portrait caused me to think of the dream I had where I looked in the mirror and had no eyes, but could still see myself. No eyes, just empty holes.

Woke up a few hours after I went to bed last night, more hot flashes, laid there for about an hour, thoughts ranting around in my head. 

Felt upset and angry about some people seeming to make quick and careless and rash decisions/assumptions that they can suddenly bring a new person into a home they share with others, not seeming to consider or care that their choice poses a risk for not just themselves, but the other people too.

Thought about careless invasiveness and felt nauseated.

Thought about people wearing masks wrong. Thought about people not wearing masks at all. Thought about kids/teens/young adults back to school and playing sports and inviting friends over to their homes. Thought about people meeting during this pandemic time and love in the time of Covid. 

My boyfriend and I have been involved with each other for over 6 years, but he hasn't spent the night at my house for close to 6 months now.

People who are behaving as if life is back to normal are pissing me off. 

Sometimes stab mounds might come out of my seemingly empty eye sockets.

Another one of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae (August 2020) - with a pandemic rant

I think I look a bit sad in this one, which suits the month, because all month long I've been alternating between sad and upset and doubtful and excessive crying jags and angry.

And stressed and bothered by other people and bothered by myself.

And okay I've had some moments of creativity and amusement.

And heavy duty perimenopausal 20 plus hot flashes a day. (It's either perimenopausal or I'm on the brink of death or something). And this is the first month I didn't get my period at all, but felt like I had PMS almost all month long.

And I've unintentionally upset friends when I thought I was just honestly expressing myself and I've doubted my own forms of expression and I've doubted my own brain and think there must be something wrong with me.

And maybe this excessive little blathering will piss off someone else.

One of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae (August 2020)