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.
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" |
| Keep Elevated by Sandra Feen |
"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."
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
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.
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| Spring by MISH |
"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/
Happy 2022 from Thirteen Myna Birds!
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| Pack by MISH |
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