NEW! A collaborative poem by Daniel G. Snethen and me is appearing in Issue #106 of Yellow Mama!

  "...The cruel teacher barks,

cancels recess, hideously instructs
students to place their heads down
on the desks. She is prepared to lash out

at anyone who moves against her
and bite or slash them in the neck.
I was the shy one. I couldn't move.

I was afraid to breathe.
I didn't want her to hear me.
I feared I might get stomped or cut
into even tinier pieces."

in "Dire Wolf Consequences", a collaborative poem by Daniel G. Snethen and me, which is appearing in Yellow Mama Issue #106!

Preceded by art created by Keith Coats Walker!

Here's a link to the collaboration, but read Daniel's individual poems in this issue too, as well as investigating some of the other creepy fiction and poetry and art!

https://blackpetalsks.tripod.com/yellowmama/id3342.html

A new flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is here! Happy Poetry Month!

It's been a little while since a new Thirteen Myna Birds flock has arrived, but now it is finally HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/

The second of this year!

Happy Poetry Month! https://13myna.blogspot.com/

New poetry by Gale Acuff, F.J. Bergmann, Terry Trowbridge, E. Martin Pedersen, Beret LaBrecque, Michael Grover, Daniel Snethen, David Henson, Mike Hackney, and John Grey!

"they'll all go to Heaven when they croak but I'll go to Hell, at least I'll be special in some way - the black wings of the newborns are torn so they cannot fly - in the flower garden of goodbyes - Lurking toxins accumulating, molecule by molecule, invisible doom seeping up - grisly, no pretty words just drops of blood - as she stands before me in her bloodied apron - Fingernails cut scars across our innocence - A statue shows us frozen in agony - Straining to escape our fate - Now we're all still alive but already I'm alone and it doesn't matter where - drive me toward the pit of flaming oil - the signals of risk, like a nocturnal animal seen fearless and staggering at noon - See the battles going on around them - I mean, so much blood students smear it on themselves - the poor cat who got mauled trying to sneak her way past - Would you think you knew me better if you could see my past and future? - I have not been terrified of dying in a long time - But I am terrified of how numb I am to the idea of dying - Solipsism incarnated in balloons - sleeping with rats on the Commons - I find myself astride Envy and change horses in midstream..."

Read the new flock HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/

Happy Valentine's Day/Anti-Valentine's Day from Thirteen Myna Birds! The NEW February flock has arrived!

"she is a boastful follower, possessed by the god she’s with - the bright red & warm layer of meat - Red nosed clown stickers - she just fell right through - i heard piercing cries - their faces appear as shadows in windows - we understood no one would care whether you jumped or i was pushed..."

Happy Valentine's Day/Anti-Valentine's Day from Thirteen Myna Birds! The NEW February flock has now arrived and is filled with poetry and art by Eileen Murphy, MISH, Jonie McIntire, Sandra Feen, John Sweet, Daniel G. Snethen, and John Compton.

HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/ 

broken heart 1 by MISH

Happy (Disturbingly Dark) 2020 from Thirteen Myna Birds! Dive into this new flock (the first of 2020) and try not to drown!

The first Thirteen Myna Birds Flock of 2020 has arrived and it is sad, dark, unsettling, spooky, and filled with dolls!

Sad broken hooked dolls filled with black holes and death!

Offering poetry and art by Daniel Snethen, Sandra Feen, John Grey, MISH, John Sweet, Ashley Cox, Eileen Murphy, Aaron Pride, and Wayne F Burke.

"through enameled bobbing horses against the centripetal force - You’re awakened in early light by blood dripping from the ceiling - Something's Up - the sound of baby bones breaking - in broken-down beds - I am a terminal node branched away from the circuit of perfection - my eyes crash through their sockets and I flail at the darkness - sometimes it hurts to be alone - Nurse, can you up the pain meds?"

Read me please - https://13myna.blogspot.com/

lost boy by Ashley Cox and MISH

Happy New Year from Me and my Blood Pudding Press!

How have we already reached the last day of 2019?!?!

A uniquely Happy New Year from me and my Blood Pudding Press!

If you would like the beginning of your New Year to be surrounded by some strange creepy wonderful irrational fearful doll-phobic poems, why not buy yourself a copy of the NEW Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, PEDIOPHOBIA by Daniel G. Snethen (with cover art by Josh Birrittieri) and help support a tiny indie small press and strange poetry?

Or choose another Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook that sounds more interesting or appealing to you.

Find out a bit more about PEDIOPHOBIA and other Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbooks here - https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress

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"Cabbage Patch Doll tossed

Like salad in French dressing

Dead child dripping orange"

in the poem "Nightmare of Dolls" in PEDIOPHOBIA

PEDIOPHOBIA has found a new home (and it could haunt your home too)...

John Burroughs has received his copy of the new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, PEDIOPHOBIA, by Daniel G. Snethen! 💜

You can find out more about this chapbook and/or acquire your own copy in the Blood Pudding Press shop, HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/762123585/new-pediophobia-by-daniel-g-snethen-2019?ref=shop_home_feat_4

Thank you very much to John Burroughs for taking this photo of PEDIOPHOBIA by Daniel Snethen, in the middle of two books by Tim Heerdink. 🙃

NEW from Blood Pudding Press! PEDIOPHOBIA by Daniel G. Snethen!

Tonight, within the final dark hours of Friday the 13th of December 2019, one night after the last full moon of the year, is the perfect night to introduce the creepy, crawly, scary, strangely rotating table of doll heads within a NEW Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook! PEDIOPHOBIA by Daniel G. Snethen!

PEDIOPHOBIA's amalgamation of horrific dolls is Blood Pudding Press's style! Quirky, dark, darkly comedic, oddly disturbing, and twisted. Screaming eyed dolls and broken doll bodies. Dolls as killers, dolls as evil, dolls as gods, dolls as horror movie scenes, dolls as bloody apples, dolls as distorted bible verse.

PEDIOPHOBIA offers you sixteen peculiar poems by Daniel G. Snethen!

PEDIOPHOBIA artwork was created especially for this collection by Josh Birrittieri - an outside front cover, an inside front cover, and an outside back cover!

PEDIOPHOBIA has been printed and designed by Blood Pudding Press creature Juliet Cook, bound with yarn AND scraggly doll hair, but don't blame me if the doll hair bites you! 

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According to Daniel G. Snethen himself:

"My newest chapbook Pediophobia (Fear of Dolls) will soon be ready. It will be bound together by hand. Juliet Cook is the publisher and owner of Blood Pudding Press. Every copy will be handmade by her. Juliet is also an extraordinary poet herself. Josh Birrittieri did all the graphics for this chapbook and they are absolutely amazing. And I may be bragging a bit here, but I doubt you will find a better more complete collection of doll poetry anywhere. Many of the poems are creepy some are funny and a few are sad. One is a continuation of a famous episode from the Twilight Zone. One or two might even be considered demented. And several of them are peopled with personages I personally know. If you dare to read these and you know me, don't be too surprised if you recognize some of the characters and settings. If you hate dolls and find them creepy and disturbing, this slim volume of poetry is definitely for you. It will cure you of narcolepsy and will give you reason to run the light meter all eventide long. So please spend a few dollars and indulge yourself... your insanity is worth it."

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"Green glassy eyed heads
Unblinking verdant eyed stares
Headless dolls of Hell"

(within the poem "Nightmare of Dolls")

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"Dark human corpses piled
high on doll infested hills.
Unblinking dolls smiling,
keeping tally with their quills,
as people topple"

(within the poem "Doll Food")

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"Fearfully, I turn and flee from the cottonwoods of doll heads but
not before hearing Mother weeping and crying out in her aged voice,
“My son, my son, why hast thou forsaken me!”"

(within the poem "Doll Heads")

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Get your very own copy of PEDIOPHOBIA here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/762123585/new-pediophobia-by-daniel-g-snethen-2019?ref=shop_home_feat_4

PEDIOPHOBIA coming very soon!

Last night I printed out the covers of a new poetry chapbook, coming very soon from my Blood Pudding Press!

PEDIOPHOBIA will offer creepy doll-o-phobic poetry by Daniel G. Snethen - and the cover art (on the front, the back, and the inside front) was created by Josh Birrittieri.

I still need to stick the innards into the covers, bind them together, and handle some more designing, but stay tuned for this new chapbook very soon!

Happy October from Thirteen Myna Birds! A NEW flock has arrived!

Happy October from Thirteen Myna Birds! The first three creepy doll poems here are TEASERS from the poetry chapbook PEDIOPHOBIA by Daniel G. Snethen, coming soon (shortly before Halloween) from my Blood Pudding Press!

After that, you get 13 other creepy, dark, disturbing, sad, oddly amusing, unsettling offerings from Eileen Murphy, Ariana D. Den Bleyker, U.S. Fowler, E. Martin Pedersen, John Grey, Nate Maxson, and MISH.

"Glazed glassy eyes ghoulishly staring from white bone porcelain heads - You dream of arms, legs, torsos, being tossed into an open pit - smoke pouring from the kitchen - a plastic ballerina spinning - Butterflies dissolve behind your eyes - those bright black eyes that untied my strings - Black plumed rooks pluck at green glassy doll eyes - the battered boxes of our hearts - inside a jewelry box - It happens again & again - I’m grabbing onto something live, wriggling - in a ragged tutu - blooming in the hollow of my throat - as the crow pecks out my left eye - I turn and flee from the cottonwoods of doll heads - But he always comes back the next time doesn’t he? - Dark human corpses piled high on doll infested hills - We put him back in the ground and hope for a good harvest - An explosion of red..."

HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/