NEW The June Thirteen Myna Birds flock has arrived!

Just in time for the last weekend of June, the new June flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived!

It starts with two teaser piece poems by Sarah Lilius, which also appear within her new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Thirsty Bones"!

Then it includes 13 new poems by Sarah Nichols, Susanna Kittredge, Peter Braddock, Donna Dallas, Matthew F. Amati, Allison Grayhurst, Christian Sammartino, and Chelsea Jones!

"blood pixels are starting to look real these days - A tree of eyes - sickness in my mirror is all I see - The glass comes down trapping me inside - I should cut and open the void - meet reality by screaming at tombstones - Death is too loud - Is it burning like an enemy in our closet or like a miracle denied? - like a parcel for someone else - Into the first gear of grief - chopped off hands that came to him empty of gold - the ant crawls up your leg - your arms and back printed in rows of purple butterflies - I heard the reporters lying - my naked body burning - The spaceship exploded"

HERE - http://13myna.blogspot.com/

NEW! Thirsty Bones by Sarah Lilius is now newly available from Blood Pudding Press

Thirsty Bones is a NEW Blood Pudding Press 2017 poetry chapbook, containing 20 poems by Sarah Lilius.

A powerful emotional political statement about the female body. How it can be viewed and treated like a toy, victimized, abused and then just overlooked or ignored. How it can live on, fight back, and will not be silenced and will not feel obligated to keep its own experiences or genuine feelings or individual self a secret.

How nobody else should think they have the power to be in charge of your own body based choices.

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"Rape, you are an animal.
The media gives you cookies,
you’ve grown fat, snarling from the cave.
I open my eyes to your terror.

Your world has been created.
We need to cut the power to your brightness,
lights flicker, this lightning is not fireflies
wild against dark sky, waiting for palms to cup.

We need more sound. To open our chests, display
lungs and let out the words.
Women, your screams, even muffled,
weren’t silent. They grow inside, canyons of dirty sound."

from the poem [ ] Culture

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Get your own copy of Thirsty Bones HERE - https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress?ref=seller-platform-mcnav&section_id=20952110