Showing posts with label Ghost City Review. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ghost City Review. Show all posts

3/18/24

NEW! Juliet Cook's Non-relaxed "Relax" poem is appearing in the March Issue of Ghost City Review!

Juliet Cook's non-relaxed "Relax" poem is appearing in the new March Issue of Ghost City Review!


"They want their own
eyes to be as red as mine."

Here's a link to the poem - https://ghostcitypress.com/poetry0324/2024/3/17/juliet-cook

And here's a link to the whole issue - https://ghostcitypress.com/march-2024-1

12/26/22

NEW! A collaborative poem by Juliet Cook and Darryl Shupe is haunting Ghost City Review!

One of Juliet Cook and Darryl Shupe's odd collaborative poems is making an appearance in the new December issue of Ghost City Review, with lots of other great stuff!

Happy Holidays brimming with Spinal Column Nuggets and more!
"A display of raw meat burns
then sizzles into
freak show apparitions."

read more HERE - https://ghostcitypress.com/poetry-98/2022/12/19/juliet-cook-amp-darryl-shupe *** Also...you can read more of Darryl Shupe and Juliet Cook's collaborative poems inside their Blood Pudding Press poetry chapbook, "Short Poems of Violence and Chickens", a strange collaboration that fuses odd animal/human hybrids, available HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/1335251323/new-short-poems-of-violence-and-chickens

1/10/20

NEW in the January 2020 issue of Ghost City Review! - OTHERWORLDLY FORCE FIELD by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain


"A herd of deer across the street stare at me, as if
trying to determine if I'm friend or foe
but I don't know the answer. What if I'm rabid?
All I know is I want my hair to be the color of a fawn,
but it just keeps turning white."


from the poem "OTHERWORLDLY FORCE FIELD" by j/j hastain and Juliet Cook
delighted to have this poem appearing in the NEW January Issue of GHOST CITY REVIEW and excited to read the rest of the issue ðŸ–¤ðŸ’™ðŸ–¤

9/16/19

NEW! One of Juliet Cook's poems appears in the September 2019 issue of Ghost City Review!

"In this one, the interrogation chamber is a swimming pool
filled with purple blood. My mouth opens,
then turns into a dilapidated drain"
from Juliet Cook's poem OXYMORONIC LIMBS, appearing in the September 2019 issue of Ghost City Review!