NEW! Excited and delighted to have a new poem running around the darkly delicious Cul-de-sac of Blood!

"Old doll head cracked with
evil fossil stuck inside
like expired cream

filling spilling out."

in my poem "Another Pie in the Face"

Delighted this poem is running around the darkly delicious Cul-de-sac of Blood track, HERE! - https://www.culdesacofblood.com/juliet-cook-5

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Speaking of Cul-de-sac of Blood and unsettling poetry, you can still acquire my poetry chapbook, "REVOLTING", which was published by Cul-de-sac of Blood last year, directly from the Cul-de-sac HERE - https://www.culdesacofblood.com/books

Or from my own Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/1851916682/new-revolting-by-juliet-cook-2024-poetry

NEW! Two of my creepy poems are appearing in Cul-de-sac of Blood!

I have two new short poems appearing in Cul-de-sac of Blood!

Usually when I have new poems up, I share a few lines from one of the poems, but this time I'm sharing Cul-de-sac of Blood's description of my poems because I love their description!

Furthermore, after you read the two poems, if interested you can click on "Learn More About These Poems".

Here's what Cul-de-sac said about my poems:

"Rotting bear dolls & chicken brains erase our heads & replace them with images of themselves, & though we might not have a name for this process, Juliet Cook’s poems show us what it feels like to find ourselves somewhere between foreground & background."

Read the poems HERE - https://www.culdesacofblood.com/juliet-cook-3

This photo of Henry Spencer (played by Jack Nance) in Eraserhead (directed by David Lynch) initially inspired the first poem.

I am extremely excited to have FOUR NEW POEMS appearing in Cul-de-sac of Blood!

Extremely delighted to have FOUR NEW POEMS appearing within Cul-de-sac of Blood!

Here's the editors description of the poems - The orbitoclast, a tiny hammerhead shark tap tapping us into place. “I was walking through a parking lot” leads us inevitably, somehow, to “I wasn’t sure if I was human anymore.” A standard red horror. In these poems by frequent contributor Juliet Cook, medically-induced terror finds us where we live

Here's a few lines from the poem "Both Similar and Dissimilar" -

I wasn't sure if I was human anymore.
Maybe I was a goose in labor,
giving birth to a subhuman or else   
I was in the middle of aborting my own brain
inside another terrible dream, trapped 
underneath a seeping blue machine
shaped like a giant pill container
with cracked slots that don't keep anything inside.

And here's where you can read all four poems! - https://www.culdesacofblood.com/juliet-cook-2  

Also, underneath the four poems, you can click on a link to learn a little bit more about the poems, such as what inspired them...

I have two creepy new poems bleeding their way through the CUL-DE-SAC OF BLOOD!

I have two creepy new poems making an appearance inside the CUL-DE-SAC OF BLOOD.

The poems are entitled, "Thorns Stuck Inside My Left Foot" and "Knocked Out".

Underneath "Knocked Out", you may also click on "Learn More About These Poems", if so inclined...


"The swelling kept changing its shape and position
like impending signs of my shifting sins that deserved
to be punished. It's my fault. I'm going to Hell
even though I don't believe in Hell.
My hysterical foot keeps expanding
into an increasingly uncomfortable land of the unknown."

in the poem "Thorns Stuck Inside My Left Foot"

read more HERE - https://www.culdesacofblood.com/juliet-cook-1

Happy creepy October!