NEW! I am peculiarly thrilled to have a creepy collaborative clown poem appearing in Horror Sleaze Trash!

"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/

A NEW Book Essay Review of my latest poetry chapbook, "Your Mouth Is Moving Backwards" - Violence of Craft: Your Mouth is Moving Backwards by Juliet Cook Reviewed by Mike Bagwell at Philly Poetry Chapbook Review

Thrilled by this phenomenal, intense, in depth, detailed, and wonderful new Book Essay Review by Mike Bagwell at Philly Poetry Chapbook Review of my newest poetry chapbook, "Your Mouth Is Moving Backwards"! (Ethel Zine & Micro-Press)! Thank you very much! I love it!
Here's the beginning of the review. You can read more via the link below that. And then below that are links to where you can acquire the chapbook.

"What form does violence take when it enters us? How does it announce itself? By what mechanisms, what symbols? Are these symbols themselves affected, or are they implicated? These are questions posed by Juliet Cook’s poetry chapbook, Your Mouth is Moving Backwards. Her lines expertly map the terrains of political and personal violence with terrifying and thought-provoking images culled from the realms of horror cinema and haunted dreams. Here demonic dolls, disembodied limbs, and entangled circulatory systems float through lines saturated with even more surreal images, each conjured terror an illumination of the philosophical and psychological import of violence.

Cook’s poetics consistently reside in the domain of the macabre and of over-the-top horror. Even the titles of her endeavors evoke this world: she runs Blood Pudding Press, blogs on Bloody Ooze, and has chapbooks with names like CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR (Gutter Snob Books) and Another Set of Ripped-Out Bloody Pigtails (The Poet’s Haven). The poems of this new collection pull from a wide gamut of these influences, from Child’s Play to Twin Peaks, but they also dive deeply into questions of morality and the nature of violence. The unnumbered series of “Flesh World” poems, named after a pornographic magazine from the world of Twin Peaks, exemplifies this range and serves as a centerpiece for the collection. “Your memory is a paranormal orb of love and horror.” claims one."

Read more HERE - https://phillychapbookreview.org/violence-of-craft-your-mouth-is-moving-backwards-by-juliet-cook/

You can acquire the chapbook through its publisher here - https://www.ethelzine.com/your-mouth-is-moving-backwards

OR from Cook's Blood Pudding Press shop here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/1653667391/new-your-mouth-is-moving-backwards-a-new

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

“CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR sets a new standard for Juliet Cook’s already stunning collection of horror poetry. Her incomparable gift for metaphor shines through with macabre gems...."

The beginning of Cat Russell's blurb about my poetry chapbook, "CONTORTED DOOM CONVEYOR", forthcoming from Gutter Snob Books in July 2023 and available for preorder now, HERE - https://www.magicaljeep.com/product/doom/140

Read the whole blurb below.

Thank you very much to Cat Russell, Michele McDannold, and Gutter Snob!

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

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.

HERE - https://www.culdesacofblood.com/cook-about

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."

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Although sometimes I feel like even my blood is invisible to others...