"The oldest of the clowns forms the apex of a rotting and sadistic pyramid in which hellbent volcanic ash pours out of the mother clowns mouths like a gravy vat of drying blood."
in Alex S. Johnson and I's creepy collaborative clown poem, "Greasepaint Inferno", which is now making an appearance within Horror Sleaze Trash HERE - https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2024/06/29/juliet-cook-and-alex-s-johnson/
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Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts
6/29/24
NEW! I am peculiarly thrilled to have a creepy collaborative clown poem appearing in Horror Sleaze Trash!
1/30/24
Another NEW (Mini) Review of my Newest Poetry Chapbook, "Your Mouth Is Moving Backwards"
"This is art of the bizarre and the horrific, and yet it’s strangely beautiful in its vulnerability."
Thank you very much to James Lawson Moore for his mini-review (and photo) of my newest poetry chapbook, "Your Mouth Is Moving Backwards" (published by Ethel Zine & Micro-Press in December 2023).
Read his whole review below and consider getting a copy of this chapbook for yourself (or for a poetry loving friend) from one of the links below.
From the Ethel shop - https://www.ethelzine.com/shop/your-mouth-is-moving-backwards-by-juliet-cook
From the author's own Blood Pudding Press shop - https://www.etsy.com/listing/1653667391/new-your-mouth-is-moving-backwards-a-new
"Juliet’s new chapbook is a limited run, handmade release, out by Ethel Zine & Micro Press. The poems therein are as much influenced by Twin Peaks as they are by the poet’s own inner turmoil. This is art of the bizarre and the horrific, and yet it’s strangely beautiful in its vulnerability. This is a book that cannot be missed.
Juliet Cook is JLM approved, with a bottle of Coke."
Thank you very much to James Lawson Moore for his mini-review (and photo) of my newest poetry chapbook, "Your Mouth Is Moving Backwards" (published by Ethel Zine & Micro-Press in December 2023).
Read his whole review below and consider getting a copy of this chapbook for yourself (or for a poetry loving friend) from one of the links below.
From the Ethel shop - https://www.ethelzine.com/shop/your-mouth-is-moving-backwards-by-juliet-cook
From the author's own Blood Pudding Press shop - https://www.etsy.com/listing/1653667391/new-your-mouth-is-moving-backwards-a-new
"Juliet’s new chapbook is a limited run, handmade release, out by Ethel Zine & Micro Press. The poems therein are as much influenced by Twin Peaks as they are by the poet’s own inner turmoil. This is art of the bizarre and the horrific, and yet it’s strangely beautiful in its vulnerability. This is a book that cannot be missed.
Juliet Cook is JLM approved, with a bottle of Coke."
12/5/22
NEW! Two of my creepy poems are hiding behind the walls in the CUL-DE-SAC OF BLOOD!
"It sees me having a seizure on the fuzzy shag rug
that didn't exist yesterday. It sees me being pitched
across the room, strange words flinging out my mouth
that didn't exist yesterday. It sees me being pitched
across the room, strange words flinging out my mouth
into another uncertain land of the unremembered."
I have two new creepy poems inside the CUL-DE-SAC OF BLOOD...
HERE - https://www.culdesacofblood.com/juliet-cook
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Also, under my two poems, you can click on "Learn more about these poems" and read some of my thoughts on some of my poems.
For example...
"Women bleed and bleed until the menstrual blood stops, their bodies age, and they speed race closer to death. If you didn't get chased to death and chainsawed or stabbed or bludgeoned or otherwise eviscerated when you were younger, then it won't be long before your body starts eviscerating itself. Then you will die. Then you will only exist in a few other people's memories, perspectives, and (mis)interpretations.
Perhaps my poetry exaggerates these matters, but it's true that the real me not existing anymore is terrifying to me.
I hope that parts of me might still exist in my poetry, even if it tends towards the negative."
***
Although sometimes I feel like even my blood is invisible to others...
I have two new creepy poems inside the CUL-DE-SAC OF BLOOD...
HERE - https://www.culdesacofblood.com/juliet-cook
***
Also, under my two poems, you can click on "Learn more about these poems" and read some of my thoughts on some of my poems.
For example...
"Women bleed and bleed until the menstrual blood stops, their bodies age, and they speed race closer to death. If you didn't get chased to death and chainsawed or stabbed or bludgeoned or otherwise eviscerated when you were younger, then it won't be long before your body starts eviscerating itself. Then you will die. Then you will only exist in a few other people's memories, perspectives, and (mis)interpretations.
Perhaps my poetry exaggerates these matters, but it's true that the real me not existing anymore is terrifying to me.
I hope that parts of me might still exist in my poetry, even if it tends towards the negative."
***
Although sometimes I feel like even my blood is invisible to others...
2/21/22
New! Three new poems of mine are appearing in the Terror House ("Death Will Always Exist," "Field Dressing Fantasy," and "Body Captivity")
"...You’re horrified by the idea of
not existing
and that nobody will remember you very well.
You won’t be able to
remember yourself
or think for yourself or speak for yourself
and that’s your current interpretation of Hell.
Whenever you have one of your unexpected seizures,
you then spend weeks feeling negative and afraid
of unexpected death. You don’t feel ready to not exist yet."
Three new poems of mine are in the Terror House today - "Death Will Always Exist," "Field Dressing Fantasy," and "Body Captivity". You can read more HERE - https://terrorhousemag.com/exist/
9/25/17
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