New! Three collaborative poems by Juliet Cook and Darryl Shupe in Menacing Hedge!

I am delighted to share the new Fall 2021 Issue of Menacing Hedge, in which Darryl Shupe and I have three of our collaborative poems appearing, surrounded by lots of other creative oddities!

The three collaborative poems are entitled, "Deep-fried Model Faces Sold Here", "Double Deep-fried Giblets", and "Bloody Rubber Chicken" and are part of a small series we're working on.
"I cracked open the caged runway models who were not allowed
to wear anything other than dirty sheep wool.
Whose teeth and tongues had been removed to make room
for more nasty spittle."

(from the poem "Deep-fried Model Faces Sold Here")


New! My poem "Passenger Seat" in Issue 1 of DEAD SKUNK!

"Driving his cremains into unknown territory,

10 miles from a cheap hotel filled with unruly

remnants of life..."

I am delighted to have my poem "Passenger Seat" appearing within Issue 1 of DEAD SKUNK!

The first two and a half lines appear above.
You can read the rest HERE - https://www.deadskunkmag.com/passengerseatjulietcook

You can read all the other smelly stuff in Issue 1 too HERE - https://www.deadskunkmag.com/issue1


Happy Spooky October from Thirteen Myna Birds! A New flock is here to haunt you!

Happy October from Thirteen Myna Birds! A new flock is here to haunt the walls of your brains, offering poetry and art by Jason O'Toole, Daniel Snethen, MISH Murphy, John Maurer, David P. Miller, John Grey, and Malachi Ray Adkins!

"As soon as I sleep, I forget to be positive - vociferous soul-catcher screeching - From hating the lack of love - To loving every bit of hate - still in my hometown driving past cemeteries - strip carcasses bare recycling death unto life - are you sure your mouse finger twitched on the link we told you to twitch? - Might be you don’t have prior experience being human - happiness is a hollow goal - The orange ball wasn’t. Then all at once was and there it is - I’m not allowed to betray what that means - Pumpkin squats on porch and continues to die - Do books go to heaven? Or even hell? - If a book can ascend can it also be murdered? - Who would have thought that little black book would turn out to be great black night..."


Special Blood Pudding Press chapbook birthday sale this week!

The Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, i saw god cooking children / paint their bones by john compton is turning one year old this month and is on sale in the Blood Pudding Press shop for a week!

15% off from Monday October 4 through Monday October 11!


I NEW review of an OLD poetry chapbook of mine (Tongue Like a Stinger)

I few nights ago, I checked out my Goodreads page and encountered this new-ish review by Casey Kiser of an old-ish poetry chapbook of mine. I love Casey's review(s) and will share part of it below.

The old chapbook is called Tongue Like a Stinger and was published by Wheelhouse Press back in 2009. You can still read it all for free online (I'll link to it at the bottom of this post). My writing style has changed quite a bit over time and when I just re-read a few of my poems from this chapbook, I barely even remembered them at first, because they're stylistically different than how I'm writing now and because I'm almost always working on new poems, so some of the older ones end up disappearing from my head. But it's interesting reading older poems of mine, because it can cause part of my brain to backtrack in time. And it's great to unexpectedly find out that some other people are still reading older stuff of mine and that what seems old to me seems new to them.

I've had some crappy stuff going on these last few weeks, but it's been a really good few weeks poetry-wise. Rejection always exists in poetry-land, but I've recently had two individual poems published by Writing In a Woman's Voice (with a third poem forthcoming from them next month, when I'm a year older than I am right now), another individual poem coming soon from another magazine, and seven different collaborative poems by me and Darryl coming soon from two different magazines. Plus Darryl and I finished writing two new poems on Thursday and then Friday we talked about turning our series of poems into a chapbook semi-soon.
In addition to the new, here's part of Casey Kiser's review of my old chapbook. She's reviewed other chapbooks of mine before and her reviews always cause me to feel unexpectedly fabulous and like my poetry moves a few people. That's very meaningful to me, because sometimes I feel borderline invisible and as if I'm mostly only writing for myself. Don't get me wrong, even if I was only writing for myself, I would certainly still be writing. But it's still exciting to unexpectedly find out that someone else is wowed by what I do.

"Juliet's writing shatters any ideas of what poetry should be or has ever been. It's utterly surreal. Her take on trauma is unique and complicated, and must be experienced. She dares to tease and tickle our nerve-endings. Every sentence is on the brink of sanity. Every poem forces the reader to stretch farther out than their warm-up yoga pose and their daily tunnel vision to a panoramic panic. Their matchbox world slides open as they start to wonder if someone slipped something in their drink. The hills have eyes and these poems have exploded doll parts everywhere. And this sickness is just the cure to boredom when bad poetry takes us down cliche avenue, we know we can reach for a Ms. Cook book. All hail the Tragedy Queens who suffer the most for their art. Who inspire us with absolutely no fear and no limits."

Here's the whole review - https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/4160374547?book_show_action=false&from_review_page=1

Here is Tongue Like a Stinger - https://dwuaw.tripod.com/chapbook/cook.pdf


NEW! My poem "Throwing It Away Doesn't Mean It Didn't Happen" is newly up today at Writing In a Woman's Voice!

Today another poem of mine, "Throwing It Away Doesn't Mean It Didn't Happen" is up online at Writing In A Woman's Voice!


"It's your fault for pulling an ex-friend's hair out
of the bathtub drain and placing the hair on a condescending letter
as if you were better than them because you didn't shove your own hair
down that drain. Instead you obsessively hacked your own hair off
and stuck it inside a tiny garbage can with the bathroom door locked."

read more HERE - https://writinginawomansvoice.blogspot.com/2021/09/blog-post_16.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR3ajcUqcsPWYl4KaWVXxuigcQaHvElvcX_TMPVGE29f_-K3rKIPHiDulXA


NEW! My poem "Does Lard Go Bad?" is newly up today at Writing in a Woman's Voice

"Because pregnant bellies are so sexy,
but a flabby middle-aged gut is the total opposite
of life. Because the bodies you rolled
your eyes at 20 years ago are now you"

in my poem, "Does Lard Go Bad?', newly up at Writing in a Woman's Voice

read more HERE - https://writinginawomansvoice.blogspot.com/2021/09/blog-post_15.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR28itmtbXrKMRBK2Rl1Z71OHuupWAlONQja1Ts-lsewysAYHR4-4dKzoc0


NEW! A collaborative poem by me and Charles Cicirella AND a collaborative poem by me and john compton in Scapegoat Review Fall 2021!

Delighted to share the NEW SCAPEGOAT REVIEW FALL 2021, which includes a collaborative poem by Charles Cicirella and me -“Here's My Passive Aggressive Ponytail." AND a collaborative poem by john compton and me -"A Cherry in the Eye" - AND lots of other poems, visual art, and flash fiction! Dive into it all, HERE -http://www.scapegoatreview.org/fall-2021/scapegoat-review-fall-2021-main 

"Ponytails might induce seizures, but you don't care,
because you've been growing out your hair
for your own reasons, for a decade or more.

Sure, sometimes you'll get pissed off and rip
some of your own hair out and fling it
in some woman's face or on her floor

or in her garbage can..."

in the poem "Here's My Passive Aggressive Ponytail"

"the pinkish juices
resemble sweetness, but salt
grits the socket into lies" 

in the poem "A Cherry in the Eye" 

read more HERE - http://www.scapegoatreview.org/fall-2021/juliet-cook-amp-john-compton


NEW! A Conversation with Poet-Publisher-Artist Juliet Cook AND three of my poems at Cultural Daily!

Thank you very much to Mish (Eileen) Murphy for interviewing me a second time for Cultural Daily about poetry, publishing, and art!  

Here's a link to the Conversation - https://www.culturaldaily.com/conversation-with-poet-publisher-artist-juliet-cook/?fbclid=IwAR3e9R9bl8sW_sEg8uFmBZCMAGLQ5Ukxt8AVClxYfOyv2Wl4wi2fIg56cpY

And thank you also to Cultural Daily's Poetry Editor Alexis Rhone Fancher for selecting three of my poems to appear there on the same day!

Here's a link to the poems - https://www.culturaldaily.com/juliet-cook-three-poems-2/

"Some will see the red apples as ball gags inside her mouth. Some will see the red apples as representations of Hell. Some will say Hell does not exist. The apple is an underground planetary lair."