NEW! My poem "Death is Lurking" is making an appearance in Buffalo 8, volume 5! Happy December!

"My legs have lost their elasticity.
My face has lost its glow.
My body has lost its flow.
Get out your blow torch."

the beginning of my poem, "Death is Lurking", newly appearing in volume 5 of Buffalo 8

Read more of my poem here - https://buffalojournal.tumblr.com/post/801704783140585472/death-is-lurking

Check out the whole volume 5 here - https://buffalojournal.tumblr.com/

Wishing you a creatively wonderful December!

NEW! Two New Poems of mine are appearing in Misfit Issue No. 41, Fall 2025!

I am delighted to have two new poems appearing in Misfit Issue No. 41, Fall 2025!

The poems are entitled "Precious Little Doll Babies" and "Green Rabbit Within a Dream Within a Dream".

"In this dream I am already up,
walking around inside my home,
confused about items which had been
rearranged. Moved around without my permission
or any recollection of having done so myself."

in my poem "Green Rabbit Within a Dream Within a Dream"

Read my poems here - http://misfitmagazine.net/archive/No-41/Cook.html

Partake of the whole issue here - http://misfitmagazine.net/current.html

NEW! My poem "Empty Holes for Eyes" is newly appearing in The Literary Underground, In Conversation!

"...Then I realize
if I really had no eyes, I wouldn’t be
able to see. Which means I’m still stuck
in a dream. What if I can’t wake myself
up this time?"

within my poem "Empty Holes for Eyes", appearing in The Literary Underground, In Conversation today

read more here - https://theliteraryunderground.org/blog/2025/11/20/empty-holes-for-eyes-by-juliet-cook/

A few Blood Pudding Press Photos

A photo of Juliet Cook at the Blood Pudding Press table at Get Sharp! Ohio Poetry Publishing Conference sponsored by the Ohio Poetry Association, at the Cuyahoga County Public Library's South Euclid-Lyndhurst branch, on Saturday November 15, 2025.

And a slightly more close up photo of the table. 

You can find out a bit more about all these chapbooks (and more chapbooks that don't show up in these photos) in the Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress

NEW! My poem "No Longer Part of the Latest Scene" is making an appearance in MasticadoresUSA!

"Part of me blames it on wildlife.
Part of me blames it on ageism.
Part of me blames it on myself
for being a dullard or at least duller
than I used to be. Lacking in visible vibrancy."

in my poem, "No Longer Part of the Latest Scene", which is newly appearing in MasticadoresUSA 

read more HERE - https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2025/11/14/no-longer-part-of-the-latest-scene-by-juliet-cook/

This Saturday, Blood Pudding Press has a table at an Ohio Poetry Publishing Conference

This coming Saturday, November 15 from 10 AM - 4:30 PM, Juliet Cook and her Blood Pudding Press will have a table at this Ohio Poetry Publishing Conference at the Cuyahoga County Public Library South Euclid-Lyndhurst Branch.

The event is FREE and open to all poets, but please do try to Register in advance.

In addition to several Ohio-based presses having tables, there will also be several free Presentations and Workshops by several different poets.

Find out more details and sign up here - https://attend.cuyahogalibrary.org/event/13881294

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If you can't make it to this event, you can still check out the Blood Pudding Press shop here - 
https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress

Me Reading some of my Poetry!

Me reading some of my poetry on November 8, 2025, as part of The Underground Lit Fest 2025, at Culture Clash Records, in Toledo OH.

(Photo taken by Darryl Shupe)

Me on October 17, 2025, my 53rd birthday...

 

My last selfie of me (and the doom bunny) while I'm still 52.

Speed racing faster and faster (a few days before I turn 53)...

One thing about pretty much all photos or posts when I check out my facebook Memories lately is that many of them do not feel anywhere near as old as they tell me that they are. Like in terms of the passage of time and how my brain works. Sometimes photos from 5 Years Ago feel they were more like 2 Years Ago (or a little more or a little less, because numbers and time are ongoing confusion)...

Then I'll see some Memory from 1 or 2 Years Ago that feels like it was just a few months ago or less than half a year.

Is it like this for everyone? The older you get, the more time feels like it's speed racing by, faster and faster and faster?

For me, time already felt like it was moving fast when I was in my late teens. Then I didn't want my 4 year college experience to end as quickly as it felt like it did. Then suddenly I was about to turn 30 (which seemed way too old to me at that time). Then I was about to turn 40, but still felt like I was in good shape physically.

Then shortly after turning 43, I started to semi-randomly gain weight and have various other unenjoyable perimenopausal symptoms that lasted for years, but I don't want to get into that, other than that happened too past too.

Now I'll be turning 53 in just a few short days (well actually tomorrow).

And now I'm this (more than?) middle-aged woman who doesn't feel as old as I actually am mentally (whatever that means) and who doesn't feel as old as I look and who doesn't want to keep getting older so fast, but you either keep getting older or you die and I hate death (and the older you get, the more people you know die).

And back to how fast time goes. It's been moving fast for me for a long time, but in more recent years, it seems increasingly ridiculously faster.

On a side note, I've not been a fan of traditional holiday seasons for years, but anymore time seems to move so darn fast, that it's hard to tell the difference between one holiday season and the next, which in a way makes it feel even worse (or more meaningless?). Like let's just jumpstart from this Thanksgiving and Christmas to the next in the click of a finger.

Also since I'm one of those women who doesn't regularly buy new clothes (and who doesn't quickly and easily throw old things away), I might have variations of the same clothing on in multiple photos for an entire decade that feels like less than a year. Okay that last part might be a bit of an exaggeration, but I shall leave it at that for now...