1/20/17

NEW! The Inaugural Issue of Killjoy!

The Inaugural Issue of Killjoy is now live!

Poetry by Sarah Lilius, Jennifer MacBain-Stephens, Jacklyn Janeksela, Juliet Cook, and many more!
"Some humans turn into stinkhorns.
Some nimrods stab their way through.
Some force themselves in with their foul smelling phallus
impudicus. He pushes his slime inside you."
from Juliet Cook's poem "FUNGAL INFECTION OF THE HEART".

More HERE - http://tinyletter.com/killjoylitmag/letters/inaugural-issue

1/19/17

Pepper (January 20, 2017)

I like to think I don't need pepper spray, because I have enough
pepper and red salt in between my own
fingernails and thighs.

No you don't, he tells me. You're just a girl.
He rips me apart, rams himself inside, shows me
I can't even be in charge of my own body,
so what makes me think I can save anyone else.

He says I smell like pepper, but that doesn't mean I am
strong enough to fight back.
The pepper works itself into my own eyes and blinds me.
 
But even if my fingers are temporarily numbed,
they will never be like him, they will never tear others apart
for no reason other than brutal force.

He hates every other
body of sweet or spicy light.
All he wants to do is destroy
other's blood, in order to feel
like his body is stronger.

He wants to be the boss of broken body parts,
but some of us will refuse to be his apprentice. 

Some of us have hearts that cannot be easily baked
in this oven. Some of us have hearts that desire
to rise above all this hate. 

~Juliet Cook

1/13/17

NEW in Riot Felice! - 5 Poems by Juliet Cook!

"Sometimes I can’t ascertain my taste
buds and why they want
to rip out my seedy tongue.
Replace it with acidic marmalade vomit."

from my poem "Root Rot".

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I have 5 poems up at riot felice!

"Dark Purple Spread Shot", "Abuse", "Falling", "Root Rot" and "Dancing By Myself"!

Lots of other poem-y stuff too!


1/9/17

NEW Rabbit Thoughts in TL;DR

Juliet Cook has three rabbit thoughts in TL;DR today.
"It's hard for me to visualize a large shark shivering. So it must be
baby sharks with no parents, teaching themselves to swim then
repeatedly shivering down. Half of them will drown and anyway
nobody really likes the way things come out of their head.
The way they open their little mouths and show their teeth."

More HERE - http://www.tldrmagazine.com/single-post/2017/01/09/Three-rabbit-thoughts-Juliet-Cook

1/8/17

NEW Winter 2017 Edition of Menacing Hedge

Three poems by Blood Pudding Press editor Juliet Cook are included within the NEW Winter 2017 Edition of Menacing Hedge.
Thank you for the creative powers of Kelly Boyker Guillemette, Gio Guillemette, Amanda Gowin, Kiara McMorris, and Menacing Hedge.
The issue - http://www.menacinghedge.com/?edition=winter2017

Juliet Cook's poems - http://www.menacinghedge.com/winter2017/entry-cook.php

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My ink was too black, 
my revision grew overly stylish.
As if I was dolling up a decapitation. 
As if her head was a just a glossy little maraschino cherry
bitten off at the stem and then pitched.

(a small sampling from the poem, "Pumpkin Gut Grave") 

1/4/17

Flesh-tearing shark shaped snarks

Maybe I sometimes phrase things wrong by saying I don't give a fuck about scenes (in regards to poetry/art).
Sometimes I have little word issues and question my own words and wonder what certain basic words even mean and maybe "scene" wasn't the right word to express my discomfort, because all a "scene" really means is a place or an acting sequence, I guess, and "place" is so broad scale and the type of "scenes" I was thinking of are small.
My mind seems to associate scenes with small group trends and that sort of thing.
I'm not particularly interested in the latest trends, but I am interested in poetry community.
I don't disrespect or discredit the desire for community; in fact, I think that poetry/art communities can be very necessary and very positive. I guess I just don't think that my interest causes me to fit into any one particular scene; but maybe it does if the scene is POETRY.
I do enjoy being around people with similar interests, or at least communicating with people with similar interests.
What I don't enjoy, don't respect, and don't understand the positive points of are the sort of scenes or groups or communities (or whatever you call them) that seem like popularity contests.
Like they're competing against each other and want to bash others down.
Like they get off by lashing out at others, carelessly picking on others, and creating their own mean non-mainstream cheerleader squad routine.
I've seen/heard poets bitch about other poets, have little snark-fests about other poets, and so forth.
Those are the kinds of scenes I dislike. The scenes that create their own narrow groups who pretend to be diverse when they're stabbing other people behind their backs.
The communities filled with a small infestation of snark-festing, as if they get off by cutting others down and trying to drown them, like flesh-tearing shark shaped snarks patrol these waters and can't get enough of others' blood.
Poetry in and of itself is non-mainstream, yet some of this non-mainstream community seems to want to fit in to the more mainstream approach grouping themselves into smaller groups and then attacking the other groups.
Maybe everything in life is like that and I just notice it more in poetry land, since that's where a lot of my personal attention and energy is directed.
When it comes to poetry and art (and other things too), I don't really care whether or not someone has a college degree (or what their degree is in), whether or not they're social or antisocial or somewhere in between, whether or not they consider themselves academic or independent or something different.
I don't desire to quickly narrow my poetry friend list down into any particular sort of group.
I care about whether or not they're genuinely poetic and whether or not I like their poetry and their personality (although it's also possible for me to like someone's poetry, but find their personality very bothersome - and vice versa).

1/2/17

NEW Poetry Chapbook Review (of "In Their Own Way" by Chella Courington)

Blood Pudding Press editor and poet Juliet Cook reviews the poetry chapbook, "In Their Own Way" by Chella Courington (Crow Hollow Books, 2016), within the NEW issue of Arsenic Lobster, HERE - http://arseniclobster.magere.com/index.html
Of course, you should also read the poetry in this new issue, which includes work by Blood Pudding Press poet Alessandra Bava, and lots of other stuff too.
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If you like Alessandra Bava's poetry, you can acquire her Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "They Talk About Death" HERE - 
https://www.etsy.com/listing/195494626/they-talk-about-death-by-alessandra-bava?ref=shop_home_active_3

1/1/17

NEW in Rogue Agent Issue 22 (Happy New Year!)

"My long letters ruin friendships.
It doesn't matter whether they're overly positive
or overly negative or a juxtaposition of both."
from Juliet Cook's poem "IT DOESN'T MATTER", in the new Issue 22 of Rogue Agent.
Happy to start the New Year by having a poem published, surrounded by other poems, inside the new Issue 22 of Rogue Agent.

HERE - http://www.rogueagentjournal.com/jcook-2

12/30/16

NEW in the Rag Queen Periodical

"but I can't suddenly turn off my own venom
or turn it into vanilla snack pack pudding. I can't"
(because I'm Blood Pudding :) )
partake of Blood Pudding Press editor/poet Juliet Cook's poem, "My tendency to feel as if expressing myself is wrong", which appeared in the Rag Queen Periodical last week

HERE - http://www.ragqueenperiodical.com/single-post/2016/12/21/My-tendency-to-feel-as-if-expressing-myself-is-wrong

12/29/16

Another NEW Review of A Red Witch, Every Which Way

Another wonderful new review of "A Red Witch, Every Which Way" (the collaborative poetry book by j/j hastain & Juliet Cook, published this year by Hysterical Books), written by Stephanie Kaylor on Goodreads.:
"One side a positive/ healing/fetish violence./One side a negative/stab wound/fantasy/reality./Never ending hemorrhaging hemisphere. Never/ending lavish/light."
This collaborative book felt like a haunted house-- disturbing yet deliciously so, a journey one walks into and doesn't want to leave despite the grotesque nature of it all; the internal, the walls, the decay, the macabre and its traces. The interviews at the end were as rich as the poems, breaking down the barrier between process & product as swiftly as they did the same with the bodily & textual."