Blood Pudding Press (& More)

9/26/16

Barbaric Restraint - three new poems by Juliet Cook are up at Yellow Chair Review Issue 8

"They will taser gun his screaming face

and demand he put his hands behind his back,

even though they know he can't move his dying hands."

Three lines from three Barbaric Restraint poems by Juliet Cook, up at the NEW Yellow Chair Review Issue 8.

More HERE - http://www.yellowchairreview.com/single-post/2016/09/26/Three-Poems-by-Juliet-Cook

A collaborative poem by Juliet Cook and Adam Tedesco within the NEW Fall Issue of CONSTRUCTION!

"Climb the trunk toward the cavernous branch,
the sunstroked arm
curtained in a flap of wings
about to be ripped clean."

from "Our Last Sabbath Whirring Down", a collaborative poem by Juliet Cook and Adam Tedesco, appearing within the NEW Fall issue of CONSTRUCTION!

You can read it and/or listen to Juliet and Adam read it HERE - http://constructionlitmag.com/the-arts/poetry/our-last-sabbath-whirring-down/

9/24/16

WOMEN UNBOUND PRESENTS grotesque glitter THE POETRY OF JULIET COOK

9/21/16

Queen of Cups Issue Nineteen (Juliet Cook and The Hierophant)!

"Even if I can't save myself, I still photograph the dead birds
and save their remains. Dead remnants infiltrate
the memory box. I meant it when I said it. Maybe
he did not. Otherwise, how could I have been so easy
to replace? Every dead bird is different."

In this week's issue of Queen of Cups, three poems by Juliet Cook!

"Everyone Handles Death Differently", "House of Her Cards" and "Batter Up".

HERE- http://tinyletter.com/QueenofCups/letters/queen-of-cups-issue-nineteen-juliet-cook-and-the-hierophant

9/16/16

The NEW September flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived!

"The flowers may never be well again - Cold fronts enter spring - Glances become knives - your name branded on my mind among fields of cotton candy suicides - Mountains of snow in my head - bloated in the sweltering sun - enshrined among - the vacuum of space or the vacuum within - used for drawing blood"

The NEW end of spring/beginning of fall Thirteen Myna Birds flock has arrived! Offering new poetry by Tonya Eberhard, James Croal Jackson, Jameson Bayles, Daniel G. Snethen, and Devon Balwit (and two older poems still remaining by Louise Robertson).

HERE - http://13myna.blogspot.com/

9/15/16

NEW Reality Beach Issue Three!

The NEW Reality Beach Issue Three includes "Mangled Is Still Alive", an individual poem by Juliet Cook (which you can read and listen to Cook read), "Defenestration Below Ground", a collaborative poem by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain, and oodles of other strange creative powers for you to partake of!

Thank you very much for the creative flow of Reality Beach.

Partake of the new Reality Beach Issue Three!

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"Mangled Is Still Alive" - http://realitybeach.org/issue-three/cook/

"Defenestration Below Ground" - http://realitybeach.org/issue-three/hastainandcook/

ALL of REALITY BEACH ISSUE THREE - http://realitybeach.org/issue-three/

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The collaborative poem "Defenestration Below Ground", also appears within j/j hastain and Juliet Cook's NEW full length poetry book, "A Red Witch, Every Which Way", available from Hysterical Books HERE - http://www.hystericalbooks.com/#!product-page/cl84u/1a2d7e83-4bef-31d5-09e1-3326ee271c09

8/31/16

Happy Last Day of August! Maybe you'd like to partake of Satan's Gravy?

"If it grew anything, the cheerleaders would stab it
with their pitchforks, in the middle of another ritualistic
hip stomp. Rah rah rah cyst bubbling and popping out
red-eyed rats. Cheerleaders. Couldn’t escape ‘em in breathing-life,
can’t escape ‘em now. That’s how Hell works.
What ate you up up there, really eats you up down here.

I look up and this guy is talking butterflies.
“They’re actually cold-blooded, bet you didn’t know that?
And they taste with receptors on their feet instead
of tongues like we do.”
Just as I was opening my mouth to respond, they came.
Bright, gigantic butterflies the size of minivans
sprouted up from the bubbling gravy.
“I’ve been terrified of them since I was a kid,” he said,
bucking up from the table as more butterflies burst into existence.
That’s another thing about Hell
you don’t hear about before you get here:
you really have to choose your compatriots wisely,
because the punishments of those around you
can easily inflict themselves onto you."

A few lines from "Satan's Gravy", a hideous collaboration by A.S. Coomer and Juliet Cook, appearing within FLAPPERHOUSE

partake of more HERE - https://flapperhouse.com/2016/08/31/satans-gravy-poetry-by-a-s-coomer-juliet-cook/

8/26/16

A Red Witch, Every Which Way - a NEW full-length book of collaborative poetry by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain - published by Hysterical Books!

"a cow deteriorates
in the summer sun
on the lawn
of a church

is that a dying saint
or a new plant
or a rancid implant
sent to me to help
translate the rough
season?"

I am very bloodily creepily excited to announce "A Red Witch, Every Which Way", which is a new full-length poetry book collaboration by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, newly published by a new small press, Hysterical Books!

Hysterical Books is focused on the BEAUTIFUL AND STRANGE.

"A Red Witch, Every Which Way" is "aboil with the grotesque and macabre. These poems explore the recesses of the body in all its glory and all its shame."

Over 130 pages.

Available via the Hysterical Books website AND via Amazon.

HERE - http://www.hystericalbooks.com/#!product-page/cl84u/1a2d7e83-4bef-31d5-09e1-3326ee271c09

HERE - https://www.amazon.com/Red-Witch-Every-Which-Way/dp/0940821044

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The different sections of the book are as follows:

Act 1, The Secret Carnage Hidden in a Cuckoo Clock

Act 2, The Mutated Conjoined Twins

Act 3, An Underworld's Spring Filled With Questions

Juliet and j/j Interview Each Other

8/16/16

The NEW August flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived!

The August flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived! Offering new poetry by Louise Robertson, Shannon Connor Winward, Harriet Stratton, A.J. Huffman, Gary Beck, Valerie Loveland, and Wayne F. Burke all HERE - http://13myna.blogspot.com/

"I wanted to curl my face and spit out - the hook stuck deep - I put my imaginary arm around it again - fearful of what monsters might come - press blue Vaseline from his lips to mine - a crimson river down my throat - the soft explosions of the drops colliding with the window’s pane - sirens pierce the day - there is no functional bottom to an ocean - I could not line up his vertebrae in proper order - I eat each piece when it’s hot - don't want to die - drowned in the coming storm"