won’t listen to your screams."
from one of my FLESH WORLD poems, appearing today within OyeDrum Magazine



read more here - https://oyedrum.com/flesh-world-by-juliet-cook-poetry/
Thank you to Latif Askia Ba for this wonderful review of the Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "i saw god cooking children / paint their bones" by john comptom
"john compton's most recent chapbook, “i saw god cooking children / paint their bones,” produced and published beautifully by Blood Pudding Press, is a testament to love—not the trite and sappy kind, but the kind “rooted in piss and shit” as the Zen saying goes.I had a rather stressful day yesterday (Wednesday March 24) for various reasons, but on the definite plus side, I feel extremely lucky and grateful that I was able to get my first shot of the COVID-19 vaccination Wednesday afternoon!
The NEW March flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is HERE! - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
Offering poetry and art by Trina Stolec, Scott Norman Rosenthal, Wayne F Burke, Dustin King, Eileen Murphy, Yash Seyedbagheri, John Grey, Daniel G. Snethen, and S.M. Moore!A year ago this poetry chapbook of mine was coming soon - and now this poetry chapbook of mine is still alive and available, thanks to the wonderful Ethel Zine & Micro-Press!
The Rabbits With Red Eyes by Juliet Cook!
Available via Ethel HERE - https://www.ethelzine.com/shop/the-rabbits-with-red-eyes-by-juliet-cook
Also available via my own Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/792299569/new-the-rabbits-with-red-eyes-by-juliet?ref=shop_home_feat_4
I was delighted to receive copies of the Lunch Bucket Brigade #4 in the mail today! Here's an image of the cover AND one of my three FLESH WORLD poems that appear inside it.
Delighted to have 3 of my new FLESH WORLD poems inside The Lunch Bucket Brigade Zine #4, alongside poems by Sara Sarna, Sophia Ashley, Nnadi Samuel, Michael Grover, and John Dorsey!
Uncomfortable dream last night in which my pet dog was
possibly approaching the end of its life. The dog basically looked like bones.
Literal bones, like if you're walking through a forest and see bones from a
dead animal. The difference was all the dog's bones were connected with
each other, so it had a head, a body, legs and feet, and even a tail - but no
skin or tongue or eyes. But it was alive. But it was in bad shape.
Someone said they could fix it - some woman who acted like an expert who knew
what she was talking about. So we were in a dark old basement and my dog was on
a table that resembled a table at a veterinary office. The woman who had said
she could fix him was cutting into parts of his bone in a way that was supposed to somehow
help whatever his issue was - but then she accidentally broke part of one of
his bones - and part of me knew he couldn't be fixed or saved after that.
But he was still alive, so what were we supposed to do? She kept cutting and I
was worried he was going to break even more, fall apart, and be in terrible
pain. I asked her, "Can he hear me?" She said yes, so I was
whispering into the dog's ear bones and the holes where his eyes had been and
crying until I woke myself up.