"We found its dead body inside a kitchen cabinet,
skinny, curled to one side, and all alone.
Sometimes we learn the hard way
that other people think we're overreacting
by getting really upset when a little pet dies,
as if it should be easy to replace
one little pet with another little pet
or one little spouse with another little spouse.
As if death is not the end of everything."
in Juliet Cook's poem From Hormone Imbalance to Death, newly appearing in the new SCAPEGOAT REVIEW SPRING 2023
read more HERE - https://www.scapegoatreview.org/spring-2023/juliet-cook
3/29/23
NEW! Juliet Cook's poem "From Hormone Imbalance to Death" is appearing in Scapegoat Review Spring 2023!
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!
read more here - http://www.scapegoatreview.org/spring-2022/juliet-cook
9/7/21
NEW! A collaborative poem by Juliet Cook and Charles Cicirella AND a collaborative poem by Juliet Cook and john compton in Scapegoat Review Fall 2021!
Delighted to share the NEW SCAPEGOAT REVIEW FALL 2021, which includes a collaborative poem by Charles Cicirella and Juliet Cook -“Here's My Passive Aggressive Ponytail." AND a collaborative poem by john compton and Juliet Cook -"A Cherry in the Eye" - AND lots of other poems, visual art, and flash fiction! Dive into it all, HERE -http://www.scapegoatreview.org/fall-2021/scapegoat-review-fall-2021-main
for your own reasons, for a decade or more.
Sure, sometimes you'll get pissed off and rip
some of your own hair out and fling it
in some woman's face or on her floor
or in her garbage can..."
in the poem "Here's My Passive Aggressive Ponytail"
grits the socket into lies"