NEW! "Another Broken Mirror" by Juliet Cook, another new poem up In Conversation at The Literary Underground!

"Organizational, generational,

outdated motivational speakers

dressed as chosen cheerleaders

telling us what to do.

We listen to the teacher,

to the governing body

as it takes control

over our own bodies."

in Juliet Cook's poem "Another Broken Mirror", newly appearing In Conversation at The Literary Underground!

(This is another poem of mine that also appears in a new chapbook manuscript in progress too...)...

read more HERE - https://theliteraryunderground.org/blog/2026/08/26/another-broken-mirror-by-juliet-cook/

NEW! A New Thirteen Myna Birds Flock has Arrived, in time for the end of summer/beginning of fall....

Approaching the end of summer and launching into the fall, a new issue of Thirteen Myna Birds has finally arrived!

This issue is brimming with birds. Rising, falling, burning, flying, screaming, offering warnings...

Twenty new feathers and beaks are all HERE (from Debrah Shenefelt - MISH - Merritt Waldon - Ken Poyner - László Aranyi - James Croal Jackson - Ann Randlette - Paul David Adkins - Daniel G. Snethen - A.J. Huffman) - https://13myna.blogspot.com/

Flaming fingers scratch the sky - The chickadees have stopped singing - the crows are hopping from branch to branch dropping closer waiting - to find a half-cherry in my cup of fruit cocktail - Ascending angel clings to shadows - unaware she is already melted and falling - Hollow sky - I could not count all the trees - It is more than a number of trees - a thousand bucks to screw her head onto a bolt - with needle-and-thread grass, hog-nosed snakes and sandburs - Birds pecked out the eyes - The mission of the Earth is fulfilled: the one who lands ashore is taken aim at - The altar, a split shell by a dying brushfire - The cats are out of the bag, and their fangs are mammoth - painted images in the reddened sky - staring at my near colorless fruit - How a window could frost and seal itself behind - what if some students can’t afford the book? - Songbirds screech to clouds in mourning - the doctor freezing pieces of me off - The whole place reeked of bleach - I vomit hearts drained of purpose...

Vortex by MISH

NEW! Juliet Cook's poem "NIGHTMARE MACULAR DEGNERATION" is newly appearing in Rogue Agent!

"A praying mantis crawls out
of my eye hole, from underneath
dilapidated bags."

the beginning of Juliet Cook's poem "NIGHTMARE MACULAR DEGENERATION", newly appearing in Issue 137, August 2026 of Rogue Agent

Read more here - http://www.rogueagentjournal.com/jcook-2

Check out the whole issue here - http://www.rogueagentjournal.com/#issue137-section