4/19/19

poetry mini interview (part four)

I am up at poetry mini interview again (Very short interviews with poets, Conducted by Thomas Whyte), where poets offer 5 short answers to 5 short questions, one per week.

Here's my part FOUR answer - http://poetryminiinterviews.blogspot.com/2019/04/juliet-cook-part-four.html

4/18/19

Happy Poetry Month from Thirteen Myna Birds! The NEW April Flock Is HERE!

Happy Poetry Month from Thirteen Myna Birds!

This NEW April flock of Myna Birds features Latif Ba, L.B. Stringfellow, MISH, John D. Robinson, Nicholas Hayes, Daniel G. Snethen, Alexander P. Garza, and Felix Purat.

"In the dream, I am on the dark side - In manacles chafing ashy ankles and nails like wild flamingos - Here the dead live close to the living - I am troubled by the heaviness of being - I know it’s temporary, just like everything - all of it in a fifth of vodka or in the dizziness of speech - One who’s svelte becomes lumbering and oafish - He licks his teeth frantically trying to see if they are loose - with space to fill with truth - the spider-webby veins of gravity and time - where the leaves of trees become the dead wings of birds - A web of brain matter, rummaged through - That’s your gift? - the slop of undigested graves - how they seem to construct themselves - It’s astounding: how little time people spend with themselves - She's empty, running on empty - Just cold dead eye balls - gazing down aisles lined with radiant bottles of single malt whiskey, Barbadian rum, vodka white as snow - A sparrow is trapped in the terminal above in caged frustration its wings express a message - Crouching on the stoop, he becomes a gargoyle only to become stone. How else does one become permanent?"

HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com

4/12/19

NEW in Bone & Ink - Combustible Shift by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain

"Stretch marks create their own dance move
in which you want to maneuver your way out
of your flesh and all its moth holes.
You can’t help but want to move out of
the fatty strobe, create your own
strobe light, pour out the well
and mix up the bar
until piƱatas are in every martini."
inside j/j hastain and I's poem, "Combustible Shift", newly up at Bone & Ink, HERE - https://www.boneandinkpress.com/single-post/2019/04/12/Combustible-Shift-Juliet-Cook-and-jj-hastain

poetry taco dream


One of last night's dreams took place in a space that was like an old-school bar poetry reading venue and a large singing competition venue combined. I don't remember the details of the competition, but a male/female couple won something and were then in a back room with Christina Aguilera squirting whipped cream onto each of their exposed chests and then letting a little Chihuahua lick it off.
I was standing there watching and eating a hard taco. I held out the taco and asked the winning man, "Is this your poetry that I'm reading?" The taco shell had the guy's name engraved on the side of it. He saw his name and said, "I guess so".
I took another bite of the taco and then thought, "Wait, I'm eating a poem?".

poetry mini interview (part three)

I am up at poetry mini interview again (Very short interviews with poets, Conducted by Thomas Whyte), where poets offer 5 short answers to 5 short questions, one per week.
Here's my part THREE answer - 
http://poetryminiinterviews.blogspot.com/2019/04/juliet-cook-part-three.html

4/10/19

NEW in South Broadway Ghost Society! - Two collaborative poems by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain


"We’re going to start a riot
in which we suck the leeches out of the straws
and fling them at those who think they should be in control
of our blood. We’ve got a lot to show them
about blood. It can’t be owned."
j/j hastain and I have two poems up at south broadway ghost society today!

4/8/19

NEW in Deluge NO. 12 - Pajama Bottoms for Flying Ghosts of the Underworld by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain

"but it wasn't it was
right here in my room with me
a ghost a forefather a surprise
descant of the eyes
moving through a chipped decanter.

I wasn't sure whether or not
to take the stopper off
and where to pour the contents.
Maybe they would slink themselves
out of the chips, slowly climb up
to the ceiling and drip themselves down.

Maybe the bottle would fling itself against
the mirror and allow someone or something else
to crack out of that broken glass."

within j/j hastain and I's poem, "Pajama Bottoms for Flying Ghosts of the Underworld", which I am delighted to have appearing in Deluge NO. 12!

4/5/19

poetry mini interview (part two)


I am up at poetry mini interview again (Very short interviews with poets, Conducted by Thomas Whyte), where poets offer 5 short answers to 5 short questions, one per week.


4/4/19

NEW in Octopus Review #7 - some of my art!

Delighted to have some art up in the new Octopus Review #7, along with art by Chandra Alderman, poetry by Pris Campbell, Matt Borczon, and Jennifer Behling and more! Thank you very much to Vin Whitman for creating another new Octopus!

https://theoctopusdiary.blogspot.com/2019/04/octopus-review-7.html?fbclid=IwAR12nwfkHvtaWjlyGh6hZph_xXWo4cj9aqnMrKRZwUPrQbt5uCTnmepSbKM