LOVE?

Losing people who I thought were incredibly important, significant, and meaningful within my life really hurts me and causes me to question all kinds of things (including question myself – thinking ‘am I not good enough?’ and ‘did I not try hard enough?’).

I don’t desire to feel incredibly strongly about or committed to someone who will suddenly/quickly feel less strongly about me.

I don’t desire someone who takes more than he gives (creatively, professionally, or in any sort of relationship way) and/or who does not truly appreciate what he receives. I think that taking more than giving comes too close to chewing everything/everyone up and then suddenly spitting it out without really caring.

On a somewhat different but semi-related note, the phrase ‘what if I lose everything?’ sure as heck does not make me think about money. It makes me think about brain power, passion, caring and LOVE. Those are the kinds of things I do not want to lose, even (especially) in the midst of challenging/troubling/difficult times in my life.

I DO desire a uniquely powerful, caring, giving, loving, extra-special someone who is a true taste sensation, a wonderful treat, a gorgeous feast that will last & last.

(B)URN

I feel more popular today than yesterday, although I still feel unattractive. Go figure.

Enough of that angst, though. I'm writing to announce that a very new sequence of six short poems called (B)URN has just been published as an e-chapbook by Gold Wake Press, here:

http://goldwakepress.org/2009/09/11/juliet-cook-burn/

This is free to read online and it will likely take you less than 10 minutes to do so, so please do feel free to partake and let me know what you think. Read some other Gold Wake Press e-chaps while you're there, too. Quite an assortment awaits you.

I feel like this sequence is a bit of a stylistic departure for me, or maybe not so much a stylistic departure as an imagistic departure. Strangely enough, the imagery was partially inspired by reading Patti Smith's latest poetry collection, which was not quite my style per se, yet after a while something about its tone or imagery began to seep into my subconscious. A photo of a black lamb was also a catalyst. So was my desire.

I'm in a little creative frenzy. I've been rather furiously writing and revising poetry these past few days, reading, thinking conceptually, and assembling a new chapbook manuscript that I'm quite excited about. It's called 'Soft Foam'. I can hardly wait to finish the assembly process so that I can submit it. I have my first submission source in mind and a good feeling about it. I submitted some individual poetry today, too--two Dear pieces and four designer vaginas.

Unfortunately, I soon need to temporarily break from these creative pursuits and apply for some jobs.

At least one office job and one organic pet store job.