NEW! I am very excited to share that my poem "Too Much or Not Enough" is appearing In Conversation at The Literary Underground!

"We’re not bleeding yet, then we’re too bloody,
then we’re dried out, thrown away.

We’re too little or too big or
nothing special. We used to be
doll-like but kept growing bigger
and older and closer to disintegration."

the beginning of my poem, "Too Much or Not Enough", which is newly appearing In Conversation at The Literary Underground!

read more by clicking the link below...

https://theliteraryunderground.org/blog/2026/05/13/too-much-or-not-enough-by-juliet-cook/

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Currently this is the first poem in a sequence of interconnected poems I've been working on for quite a while now, so I guess I shall see what happens with that. Maybe when it's finally semi-done, I may try to turn it into a chapbook length manuscript of sorts.

NEW in The Rising Phoenix Review - Trap

"I don’t want to be a body stared at
and held down and screamed at
and told what my body does or doesn’t deserve."

from my poem "Trap", now up at The Rising Phoenix Review

read more HERE - https://therisingphoenixreview.com/2017/06/29/trap-by-juliet-cook/

PINK LEOTARD & SHOCK COLLAR

My latest poetry chapbook PINK LEOTARD & SHOCK COLLAR is now available from Spooky Girlfriend Press in a VERY limited edition print run of only 25 copies. They are only $3.00 each!

Heck, at that rate I might buy some of them myself and resell them for $33.00 after licking the nipples and sticking on some googly eyes!

So if you want one on the cheap, you'd better buy it now before I do!

The picture atop my words here is an image of the cover art by Alexis Dietz, but on the real chapbook, it appears upon a hot pink backdrop.

You can read a few more details about the chapbook, including how to buy, here:

http://spooky-girlfriend.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-available-pink-leotard-shock-collar.html

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Monday: I just opened my back door to let the dog out and there is a strange pair of men's sandals (not belonging to myself or my husband) on the door mat, right in front of the door, directly facing the door,as if someone with an invisible body is just about to knock...

I hope he's a poet and I wish he would materialize soon and come downtown with me and buy me a smoothie or something. I don't really care for running errands by myself, but alack. I guess I just ought to quit dawdling and proceed, as there is very much to be done and I must get those errands out of the way soon.

At least I wrote an odd new poem this morning and am quite pleased with it. I wish I could spend hours & hours writing poems, but...