6/23/22

Juliet Cook's Histrionics Inside My Interior City is Two Years Old!

Juliet Cook's Histrionics Inside My Interior City (a poetry micro-chap published by Ghost City Press) is now two years old and still available to read online here - https://ghostcitypress.com/2020-summer-series/histrionics-inside-my-interior-city

You can offer a donation or read it for completely free.



6/14/22

Blood Pudding Press poet Jason O'Toole (author of POISON MOONLIGHT) has a poetry reading in July!

Blood Pudding Press poet Jason O' Toole will be a part of this poetry reading event in Albany, NY on July 16, 2022.

"Poets in the Park, sponsored by The Poetry Motel and the Hudson Valley Writers Guild, is celebrating over 30 years of bringing poetry in July to the Robert Burns statue in Washington Park, Albany, NY. The series was started in 1989 by the late Tom Nattell and is now run by Albany poet & photographer Dan Wilcox. This year the readings will be on Saturdays July 9, 16, and 30. The readings start at 7:00 PM and are free & open to the public"

Find out more about the reading here - https://hvwg.org/2022/06/poetry-returns-to-albanys-washington-park-for-three-saturdays-in-july/?fbclid=IwAR1glbl6z_7Uzpq6778Nw31Hq3Vr_wuuGdbYSmu7jSPt0kBa10fVwOHPAHE

Find out more about and/or acquire a copy of Jason O' Toole's Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "POISON MOONLIGHT" here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/1008263578/new-poison-moonlight-by-jason-otoole

5/27/22

The NEW May 2022 flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is HERE !

The NEW May 2022 flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived! Filled with poetry and art by Abigail Denton, Darryl Shupe, Sandra Feen, Linda Umans, Janet Kinaird Parker, Ken Poyner, Marc Vincenz, Joseph Cooper, and Paul Ilechko!

"There is a tree in my backyard from which pus-filled boils hang - At night I hear creaks coming from my dresser - Torpor trapped beneath fish scales - In the middle of a cloud of expectations - the perfect synthetic Mate - I thought I could escape him but he was everywhere - there was always something unpleasant in the weeds - the racing of rabbits racing through my mind - the antichrist to her cheer section - if I can push myself through the undying light of every morning and the corrosive darkness of every night, then I can be here and do this - make a wish for yourself that she'll morph into instant dead dandelion - Rain connecting endings that nobody likes - nobody told me I would miss it so much - My eyes dominated by the vain desire to be young - the sound a grapefruit makes when pried apart - the objects so alive were still so far removed - but now spits out the seeds and core - dust is mostly made from skin cells..."

Dive in here - https://13myna.blogspot.com/


Keep Elevated by Sandra Feen

4/13/22

New! Centipede Cha-Cha including 5 collaborative poems by Juliet Cook and Darryl Shupe!

This is the new Centipede Cha-Cha (a journal for long poems), Number #1, published this month by gnurr productions inc. (by Founder, Editor-in-Chief and Publisher {and poet} Warren Dean Fulton).

This shows the front cover next to the back cover - and then one of Juliet Cook and Darryl Shupe's collaborative poems next to the front cover.

Inside the journal is 5 of Cook and Shupe's Nasty Fair(y) Tails, as well as all the other poetry named on the back cover.

(Also, Darryl Shupe and Juliet Cook will soon have a whole chapbook of nasty poems published by Blood Pudding Press!)





3/25/22

New! A poem by Juliet Cook is appearing in the Spring 2022 Issue of Scapegoat Review!

"Maybe your microfear invisibly grew inside
your own head until it had to find a way out
and then its ghosts invaded
your own microwave, which suddenly
kept repeatedly restarting itself
for 4 seconds at a time, trying to heat up baby food.
 
Baby food for 4 seconds, baby food for 4 seconds,
expired, invisible baby food for another 4 seconds.
You try to turn it off, but then
it starts again."


in Juliet Cook's poem "MENTAL METEOR SHOWER", which appears in the new Spring 2022 Issue of Scapegoat Review!

3/22/22

New! Three new poems by Juliet Cook are appearing in A Thin Slice of Anxiety!

"My mind can temporarily detach itself
from my own bad habits,
but my body keeps exposing



an abstract lullaby of gurgling internal
streams turning into screams."


Three new poems by Juliet Cook are appearing in A Thin Slice of Anxiety!

read more HERE - 
http://www.athinsliceofanxiety.com/2022/03/poetry-selections-from-juliet-cook.html

3/13/22

The NEW March 2022 Flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is HERE

The NEW March flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is HERE! - https://13myna.blogspot.com/

With poetry by Lorna D. Keach, Lauren Reynolds, Kristin Garth, John Grey, Derek Lake Berghuis, Jan Ball, Maria Cameron, Meg Smith, Lillian Necakov, and art by MISH!

The ticket seller is asleep in his cage - my room had no window, only white liquor and a monsoon - the one who loves you shows you the trees full of hooks - like the leaf-light of the darkest forest - A room full of shrunken heads - with a gravel crunch and the click of teeth - willing to stand there skeletal but proud, with tiny brown corpses littered at their feet - more a death sentence, than impediment - Footsteps on their way and the figure could be skeletal, could be gaunt, could be anybody - I could see you becoming prey to some larger insect or bird - a wildness I’ve tried to hide, but can barely contain - I’m compelled to shelter Barbies in a plastic house inside a wooden one I own - Programmed and predictable, we are dominated by prayer - Behind the curtains of an invisible world - why would all your meat, be covered by a flimsy skin coat? - reflecting the thin arms of bare trees - The flaming sky signed our names in blood - The porcelain lamp shattered in your hand, and left no doubt - hearts holler joyfully into the black earth - tucked into the endoskeleton of your former lover - White light creeps into your eyes, where nothing lives.

 

Spring by MISH

2/21/22

New! Three new poems by Juliet Cook are appearing in the Terror House ("Death Will Always Exist," "Field Dressing Fantasy," and "Body Captivity")

"My mouth opens like a sludgy exhibitionist.
Flings unlikable pets onto another surface.
Attempts to position them the way I want them to be
until they start shaking uncontrollably
until they start shaking insidiously
on top of this persistent slab of snow."

Three new poems by Juliet Cook 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/

2/18/22

New! A collaborative poem by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, SUBLIMINAL BODY JEWELRY IS THE NEW LEADER, is newly appearing in BigCityLit!

"Within one week, three nose rings flew out of my nose,
hit the floor and quickly dispersed.
A month later one of them submerged
from the carpeting and sky rocketed up to the ceiling
like a tiny UFO. It wanted my nose to join it.

Next thing I knew I was missing my vertebrae,
sequined maggots were stitched to the top of my ears
and invertebrate inventory was being conducted
on my hair..."

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Happy Friday!

A collaborative poem by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook, "Subliminal Body Jewelry Is The New Leader" is newly appearing in the new issue of BigCityLit

The lines above are the beginning of the poem and you can read more by clicking this link -
https://nycbigcitylit.com/article/subliminal-body-jewelry-is-the-new-leader/

1/27/22

The First Thirteen Myna Birds Flock of 2022 is HERE!

Happy 2022 from Thirteen Myna Birds!

🖤
The first Thirteen Myna Birds flock of 2022 is now upon us, offering poetry and art by Kim Malinowki, MISH, jck hnry, Wayne F. Burke, Geoff Sawers, and Peter Mladinic!
Coffins rose up - I’m cloaked in red hood—spinning - bobbing to the Earth's surface - she sits on a stool behind a plastic barrier - wears a mask just as we all do right now - my dream notes are confusing and filled with dark images - sharp, dripping canines - my inbox is filled with stark reminders - not that big a deal unless you are the one in the box - They all hate you but none understand you - Silk webs wrap half a hawthorn - I might paint my face so that my face is like a mask - bleached spine on a library shelf - A mole in the middle of my forehead grew into an eye - Blink and you'll never blink again - Don’t stop till I say Stop.
Dive in HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/
Pack by MISH