More of my CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR!

"You can't throw away an open wound.

You can't stop it from dripping until it pours
down every ceiling in this house, every room you enter
even though you pretend to feel safe and able to stick
it into one room's drain. What if that drain never unclogs?"

in the poem "THROWING IT AWAY DOESN'T MEAN IT DIDN'T HAPPEN" in my new poetry chapbook, CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR, published by Gutter Snob Books in July 2023.

A photo of my new poetry chapbook, CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR (underneath a light purple skull head), which is newly available from Gutter Snob Books.

get it HERE - https://www.magicaljeep.com/product/doom/140

or get it HERE - https://www.amazon.com/Contorted-Doom-Conveyor-Gutter-Books/dp/B0C6W7C2HV/?fbclid=IwAR3KE6QSri7SdVZ9EvZet0EuUhju862Ju9jlnhpWqUiPlZ8tSi7Qce0z0TE

or please feel free to let me know if you'd like to acquire a copy directly from me...

Me holding a copy of the new poetry anthology "Writing the Self-Elegy - The Past Is Not Disappearing Ink"!

Me holding a copy of "Writing the Self-Elegy - The Past Is Not Disappearing Ink", edited by Kara Dorris (published by Southern Illinois University Press).

This is a poetry anthology, featuring more than 25 different poets, offering poems, short essays, and writing prompts.

I am delighted to be included, with three poems ("Deadly Doll Head Dissection" - "Self Portrait as a Slab on a Slab" - "Un-sided Self Portrait"), my essay ("Broken Doll Hands that had to Grow New Fingers") and my writing prompt ("Try It Yourself(ie): Word Control").

I am delighted to be in the company of many other wonderful and amazing and unique poets (and their poems, essays, writing prompts).

You can find out more and/or purchase a copy for yourself (or possibly for your classroom if you're a writing or English teacher) here - http://siupress.siu.edu/books/978-0-8093-3906-8

Here is a snippet from a back cover blurb by Petra Kuppers - "They also invite you into their fold: each poet offers prompts to the reader, as well as essayistic thoughts, de-mystifying and re-mystifying these acts of (inter)corporeal magic."

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