Showing posts with label August 2024 poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label August 2024 poetry. Show all posts

8/13/24

NEW! My Theme Park of Garbage is making an appearance in Trailer Park Quarterly!

Delighted to have my Theme Park of Garbage appearing in Trailer Park Quarterly Volume 15 (and looking forward to reading all the other poems too)! Yay! Here's a link to my poem - https://trailerparkquarterly.com/volume-15/juliet-cook/

Here's a link to the whole issue - https://trailerparkquarterly.com/volume-15/

Brains can’t conjure any more
ghosts from the leaking sink holes.


8/8/24

A NEW Summer Flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is here!

It has been a few months since a NEW Thirteen Myna Birds flock has come forth into the world, but here it is! https://13myna.blogspot.com/

It starts with a poem from the latest Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "White Octopus" by Davide Nixon and then includes creative delights by M.P. Strayer, Mark J. Mitchell, Josey M., Paula Cary, Daniel G. Snethen, and Merritt Waldon!
(On a side note, I know I accepted some of your work quite a while ago and I apologize for the delay, but sometimes some elements of life get in the way. Also too, I still have more pending submissions to read and consider for the next flock. You have not been forgotten.)
But for now, please do partake of the new Summer 2024 flock of Thirteen Myna Birds HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/ And please help spread the words!
"Doom, says the old dog adjusting to the end - The cyclical madness of existence - She rose, straightened her long spine, set off for a science with no strict clocks or counters - the whippoorwill screams to a sky full of cobwebs - Nestled within, a yellow spider with a clown face upon its abdomen - Messages from other realities - Eyes white, rolling backwards into the ivory skull - where does this building end and the earth begin? - in maniacal surround clown sound - I found myself mesmerized by the grinning of the clown - The world around her is burning - Fluid rivers of furious - the sucking hungry silence of a thousand people holding their breath - A SHATTERED DEER BLEATS DESPERATELY IN A ROADSIDE DITCH - Are there any ears - I handed you the knife - To catch one winged Critter..."