NEW! I am darkly delighted to have Three David Lynch inspired poems flying next to the ceiling fan in the new Hobo Camp Review - #49 - The David Lynch Issue!

"Like a ghost angel she removes
herself from the painting
on your bedroom wall
because she doesn't belong anymore."

Creepily happy to have three of my "Doll Fingers with Bloody Scrap Metal Nails" poems making an appearance in the new Hobo Camp Review - #49 - The David Lynch Issue! 

Thank you very much to James H. Duncan and the Hobo Camp Team!

read more here - https://hobocampreview.blogspot.com/2025/07/juliet-cook.html

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.

It is still Halloween/ Me on Halloween night 2024!

A photo of me on Halloween 2024. It's hard to believe that October is about to end.

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

NEW! Two of my creepy poems are appearing in Cul-de-sac of Blood!

I have two new short poems appearing in Cul-de-sac of Blood!

Usually when I have new poems up, I share a few lines from one of the poems, but this time I'm sharing Cul-de-sac of Blood's description of my poems because I love their description!

Furthermore, after you read the two poems, if interested you can click on "Learn More About These Poems".

Here's what Cul-de-sac said about my poems:

"Rotting bear dolls & chicken brains erase our heads & replace them with images of themselves, & though we might not have a name for this process, Juliet Cook’s poems show us what it feels like to find ourselves somewhere between foreground & background."

Read the poems HERE - https://www.culdesacofblood.com/juliet-cook-3

This photo of Henry Spencer (played by Jack Nance) in Eraserhead (directed by David Lynch) initially inspired the first poem.

Only a few copies left of my CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR...

My poetry chapbook CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR (published by Gutter Snob Books in 2023) is now Sold Out/Out of Stock from Gutter Snob Books, BUT you can still acquire a copy directly from me, from my Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/1527609127/new-contorted-doom-conveyor-a-poetry

Also too, here's a recent review of my CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR. Thank you very muck to Cat Russell!

"If you love creepy visceral poetry, Juliet Cook is the best poet you could possibly read! Imagery from your worst nightmares combined with vulnerability and insight, you're sure to love this book."

NEW! My Theme Park of Garbage is making an appearance in Trailer Park Quarterly!

Delighted to have my Theme Park of Garbage appearing in Trailer Park Quarterly Volume 15 (and looking forward to reading all the other poems too)! Yay! Here's a link to my poem - https://trailerparkquarterly.com/volume-15/juliet-cook/

Here's a link to the whole issue - https://trailerparkquarterly.com/volume-15/

Brains can’t conjure any more
ghosts from the leaking sink holes.

Re-sharing my Snow Angel Position With Dread poem (which was re-shared by Pinky Thinker Press, who published it in April)!

"On page 27 of Pinky Thinker Press Issue No. 11, you can find “Snow Angel Position With Dread” - a poem by Juliet Cook! Juliet is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks, most recently including red flames burning out (Grey Book Press, 2023), Contorted Doom Conveyor (Gutter Snob Books, 2023), and Your Mouth is Moving Backwards (Ethel Zine & Micro Press, 2023). She has another new poetry chapbook, REVOLTING, forthcoming from Cul-de-sac of Blood in fall 2024."

Read and look at and watch and listen to more of Pinky Thinker Press No. 11 HERE - https://www.mignolo.art/ptp

NEW Blood Pudding Press 2024 Poetry Chapbook! WHITE OCTOPUS by Davide Nixon!

"Where has my
heart gone?
Down with the
black seaweed
into the trench-
it is gone."

in the poem "White Octopus"

in the NEW Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook,
WHITE OCTOPUS by Davide Nixon!

The first new Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook of 2024, available in two different cover art options!

Find out more and acquire your copy in the  Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress

Stuck in the basement with dead feet and eyes...

Disconcerting dream last night in which I was downstairs in a dank basement and had fallen asleep on the floor. The basement itself was not horrific, it looked like the basement in my parent's home. I don't know why I was sleeping down there though. (In real life, when I was a kid/teenager still living in my parent's home, I would sometimes go down into the basement to be by myself. To poke around at potentially interesting stuff, mostly books that might have been considered inappropriate for my age at the time, so I'd read them downstairs in the basement. The Exorcist for example. I remember finding that book in the basement and reading it. I also sometimes used the downstairs space to walk around in circles and tell creative stories inside my head, before I had reached the point where I could extract the creative thoughts/words in my head onto paper). So I don't have many bad memories about my parent's basement, because it seemed like a place where I could do what I wanted, because nobody else was there.

But in the dream, I was an adult asleep in my parent's basement for an unknown reason and it became disturbing and disconcerting when I couldn't get up. I heard my (dead) dog whimpering from the shut door upstairs and I realized he was probably worried about me or needed to be taken outside. I tried to open my eyes and tried to stand up so I could climb back upstairs and care for him, but my feet wouldn't work. When I quickly fell back down the first time, my initial reaction was that it was just a fluke because I wasn't very awake yet and had tried to stand up too quickly.

But then I tried to stand up again and fell back down again. Several times I tried and kept falling back down on the ground. I started to panic, because it seemed like neither of my feet worked anymore. I also couldn't see very well either and at first I thought that was just because the basement was dark, but then I realized it was because I couldn't seem to open my own eyes all the way or my eyes weren't working anymore. So suddenly both feet and both eyes had lost the powers or abilities that tend to be taken for granted.

I still had to try to manage a way to get upstairs and help my dog, but I couldn't walk normally and couldn't see normally and nobody was there to help me. I tried to tell my dog I was coming, but he just kept whimpering. Last thing I remember is that even though I still couldn't walk or see normally, I somehow managed to slowly stagger my way to the staircase and start clutching the handles on each side and forcing myself up step by step. Then my alarm woke me up before I found out if I could make it all the way up the stairs.

(Maybe the vision issues in the dream were partly because I was trying to wake myself up from the dream, but couldn't until my alarm went off. But it all felt rather unsettling, depressing and doom-ish on a variety of levels...)...

New! Four collaborative poems by Darryl Shupe and me in Issue No. 33, Fall 2021 of MISFIT!

Four of Darryl Shupe and my strange and creepy collaborative model fair poems are now making an appearance in the new Fall 2021 Issue of Misfit Magazine!

 
Model Arts and Crafts - Model Hog Heaven - Art Barn Torture - Like A Tortured Clown Funny.

Two Industrial Arts models heads fused together,
jaws welded into an experimental act of inertia.
Their brains were off-kilter anyway,
before their necks were snapped.

So what if they're dead? Now they can be parts
of something greater, parts of the whole art barn.
This barn reeks of death.

(from Art Barn Torture)

Read more HERE - http://misfitmagazine.net/archive/No-33/cook&shupe.html

This is what 49 looks like

This is what 49 looks like 👀

(a photo of me on my 49th birthday, taken by Darryl)

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Grey/green rotten concrete
lurking inside me, internal building
as the doll turns middle-
aged then older, as the bad habits
bulge their way out...

Inside the Ohio State Reformatory...

Recently received copies of The Men Who Made Bonfires (Scurfpea Publishing 2020 Poetry Anthology)!

The Men Who Made Bonfires is the Scurfpea Publishing 2020 Poetry Anthology, edited by Daniel G. Snethen and including a collaborative poem by j/j hastain and me and an individual poem by me, along with many others.

I recently received a contributor copy in the mail with a wonderful letter from Daniel G. Snethen. Some people might not like having their poem(s) described this way, but I love it.

Here's a photo of the front of the anthology - a scan of the letter - and my individual poem.

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Recently received copies of EXCUSE ME Mag!

I recently received a few darkly delectable copies of EXCUSE ME Mag, which has one of my poems inside its strange portals.

Here's a photo showing the cover of the mag - and my poem (which you can see more closely by clicking the photo).

You can get your own copy HERE - https://franticflicker.com/

NEW! The October Issue of Thirteen Mya Birds is creeping out of the woodwork and dripping out of the sockets! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Happy Halloween from Thirteen Myna Birds!

A NEW issue is here starting with four teaser piece poems from the NEW Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "i saw god cooking children / paint their bones" by john compton - and offering poems by Thomas Foard, Michael Griffith, Kristin Garth, Anna E. Fullmer, Robert Beveridge, Elizabeth Balise, Linda Imbler, and art by MISH!

Partake HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/🖤😱🖤

Sago palm by MISH

"we bleed paint like animals - ballerina pink with feline drool - boiling at the core - a powerful impression on energized receptors - campaigns of promises made with mud - The streets all feel so hopeless - every word we don’t speak burrows through our throats - Trivia demands attention as the body hangs limp - From the only slot that opens here - Little pumpkin-headed baby, toothless and hollow - Night gives no reason to let her live - The moon continues, so still - A small head broken - a rusted refrigerator shoved over a railing from the second floor - Barking dogs tied to the radiator of misery - with reams of poems - cut a slit in the neck hang them upside down - Rainbows of blood - beyond the rivers, cliffs, and tombs..."

One more of the Juliet Cook Pandemic Portraits by Collin J Rae

NEW in Pink Plastic House (a tiny journal) - my Keychains as Treats!

"Every leg gets cross-stitched into position
in this factory. You are told to sit still
at the table you’ve been assigned
and either eat what’s right in front of you or be eaten
after your own feet are cut off and hooked to a chain."

in my poem "Keychains as Treats" which appears in Pink Plastic House a tiny journal today! (Yesterday it was on Instagram; today it's in the tiny journal).

Here's what poet/editor Kristin Garth says about it and you can read more and decide for yourself, HERE - https://kristingarth.com/

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"Today in the Pink Plastic House (a tiny journal) we will visit the kitchen. Bring your appetite for a bit of grotesque glitter witch magic because Juliet Cook is cooking and she is serving "Keychains as Treats," and they are intense." 🖤

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!