Showing posts with label May 2025 Juliet Cook poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label May 2025 Juliet Cook poetry. Show all posts

5/6/25

NEW! I have four poems newly appearing in Poetry Pacific!

I am happy to have four poems newly appearing in Poetry Pacific, Vol. 14, 2025, here - http://poetrypacific.blogspot.com/2025/05/4-poems-by-juliet-cook.html

The first two ("Un-pretty Maroon" and "Nihilistic White") are haiku variants that also appear inside my new poetry chapbook, "Blue Stingers Instead of Wings" (which I will link to below).

The third one ("I Hate My Guts") is a haiku that does not appear anywhere else.

The fourth one ("Another Me") is a newer poem that also does not appear anywhere else.

The first three have some accidental formatting errors, so I'm going to place correctly formatted versions below.

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Un-pretty Maroon


My creative flow
starts internal ambience,
then begins screaming.

I revise my screams
into un-pretty maroon
that will speak for me.

Words obliterate
words into non-existence
if I don't feel real.

Nihilistic White


Fresh white snowflakes fall.
Shimmer down, glitter the ground,
grow into cold gloom.

Nihilistic white
witch, ice queen growing darker.
Overtaking light.

I Hate My Guts

Ugly fat preys on
my ribs. Tries to hide them with
menopause gut punch.

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"Blue Stingers Instead of Wings" is my new poetry chapbook, recently published by Pure Sleeze Press, in which these first two haiku variants also appear, as well as eleven other poems.

Acquire a copy from Pure Sleeze Press here - https://puresleezepress.bigcartel.com/product/blue-stingers-instead-of-wings

Or please feel free to ask if you'd like to acquire one directly from me.





5/2/25

NEW! I have two new poems making an appearance in POETRY FOR THE PEOPLE!

"The latest firing behooves you and your
satanic hooves ablaze with hate.
Your definition of success is rat shit
crazy and not nearly as intelligent
as actual rats. Your carpetbag rat
will rat out every so-called friend
and you will do anything to rat-a-tat-tat

your evil self into more power, money,
fame. Gain the latest rat-o-sphere of fake
rat followers. Even though your system of poison
rat droppings is meant to infiltrate and destroy
everyone else's space, place, and freedom
as you spew rat diarrhea behind the back
then in everyone's faces."

in my poem "False God in a Festival of Destructive Rats", one of two poems newly appearing in POETRY FOR THE PEOPLE

read more here - https://poetry4thepeople.blogspot.com/2025/05/juliet-cook.html