A new blurb by Jennifer MacBain-Stephens of my poetry chapbook "CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR" (Now available for pre-order)

A new blurb by Jennifer MacBain-Stephens of my poetry chapbook "CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR", forthcoming in July from Gutter Snob Books and available for preorder now. Reserve your copy HERE - https://www.magicaljeep.com/product/doom/140

"But our conundrum is that it is all grotesquely pretty: the toxic therapists, (who are the real monsters,) the dolls waiting to suck out our mouths, a microwave that restarts itself every four seconds, the brains hungering for escape but trapped in skull prisons. The red ooze we are afraid to witness splatter on the wall, but we also cannot look away." (a snippet of the blurb which appears below)

A new blurb by Lennart Lundh of my poetry chapbook "CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR" (Now available for pre-order)

A new blurb by Lennart Lundh of my poetry chapbook "CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR", forthcoming in July from Gutter Snob Books and available for preorder now. Reserve your copy HERE - https://www.magicaljeep.com/product/doom/140

i saw god cooking children / paint their bones by john compton (Blood Pudding Press, 2020) has found a new home!

John Burroughs received new books today, including the new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "i saw god cooking children / paint their bones" with poems by john compton, cover art by Sandra Feen, and an inside review/blurb by Burroughs himself!

Here is Burroughs' review:

"I keep devouring this chapbook over and over because john compton’s work richly rewards repeat readings.

i saw god cooking children / paint their bones showcases the best of it with delightfully rich detail, fine turns of phrase and lean and engaging true tales.

Blood Pudding Press’ wonderful handcrafted artistry gives you another reason to want to keep picking it up.

But instead of going on and on about how much I like this collection, I encourage you to procure your own copy and see what I mean."

—John Burroughs, Ohio Beat Poet Laureate, 2019-2021, and author of Rattle and Numb.

Thank you to John Burroughs for this photo and his review 💜!

Anyone interested can find out a bit more about this new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook and/or acquire their own copy, HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/876451232/new-i-saw-god-cooking-children-paint?ref=shop_home_feat_4

photo by John Burroughs

Blood Pudding Press poet Ariana D. Den Bleyker has a new e-chapbook available - "Scars Are Memories Bleeding Through" (Yavanika Press)

I'm happy to have recently written a blurb about the new 13 poem e-chapbook by Ariana D. Den Bleyker, "Scars Are Memories Bleeding Through", now available from Yavanika Press, HERE - https://yavanikapress.wixsite.com/home/our-titles?fbclid=IwAR0H4N04lXUMgbryShnda-IaUFAuGxuygngsZT6Fv1uaE3RWy7LiHls1Wjg

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If after reading her new e-chapbook, you might also like to acquire a print poetry chapbook by Ariana D. Den Bleyker, consider buying a copy of her "Cutting Eyes From Ghosts" from my Blood Pudding Press, HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/512469489/cutting-eyes-from-ghosts-by-ariana-d-den?ref=shop_home_active_6

When will a sweet tasting fairy tale turn into blue blood clots? - a blurb written by Juliet Cook for a book by Laura Madeline Wiseman

Some months ago, I read Laura Madeline Wiseman's chapbook, "HIS LATE WIVES", which was a shorter version of her recently published poetry collection, "Some Fatal Effects of Curiosity and Disobedience" (Lavender Ink). I very much enjoyed that chapbook's multicolored blue innards and here is the potential book blurb I wrote, related to those innards:

"Inspired by the tales of Bluebeard, but offering her own uniquely spooky and contemporary multifaceted twists and turns, Laura Madeline Wiseman’s, “His Late Wives” got my head spinning and swooning Cocteau Twins sounds while alternating in between the creaking beds and locked doors of questionable relationships. It enveloped my brain with creepy questions – When does light blue turn dark blue? What is eye shut glitter and when will it explode and then quietly drip dry closer to nonexistence?

Starting with sweet blue fruit in the foreground and a dangerous monsoon in the background, marriage can shake and stain things and rip “like a run in stockings, ever widening, / an unstoppable opening to air and skin” and then one day “it’s going to unravel, / the window disappearing into the door” and then it will freeze frame down in the (de)basement.

When will a sweet tasting fairy tale turn into blue blood clots? When does sweet dripping become skin freezing to death? The blue may be endless but that doesn’t mean it always stays edible. Sometimes (again and again and again) the passage of time and the hazards of marriage have a murderous ending hue."

~Juliet Cook