And now two more new collaborative poems are up at Unlikely Stories, by Daniel Snethen and Juliet Cook - "Paisley Purpled Political Head Rotation" and "Until All Hope Is Gone"!

And now two more collaborative poems appearing at Unlikely Stories, by Daniel Snethen and Juliet Cook - "Paisley Purpled Political Head Rotation" and "Until All Hope Is Gone".

Thank you very much to Unlikely Stories!

"In this dream, they wished to be the captains

of a tiny ship swimming in a tidy kitchen sink.

Then the sink massively expanded.

In this nightmare, the ship ended

in an enormous public restroom

urinal about to be flushed."

read more HERE - https://www.unlikelystories.org/content/paisley-purpled-political-head-rotation-and-until-all-hope-is-gone

NEW! Two collaborative poems by Juliet Cook and Alex S. Johnson are making an appearance in Unlikely Stories - "Momia's Metamorphoses" and "Momia's Mauled Metamorphoses" !

Alex S. Johnson and Juliet Cook have two collaborative poems, "Momia's Metamorphoses" and "Momia's Mauled Metamorphoses" on Unlikely Stories Mark V!

Thank you very much to Unlikely Stories!

"I don't fit inside a doll house

I am not a vampire, but I endlessly sleep in a coffin

Bloodless. I scare little girls

without even speaking. Stale swaths

of dirty hair are stuck inside my mouth

Cover my dead eyes. I want to turn my hair

into flying insects. I want to turn my head

around and around in different directions"

Read more HERE - https://www.unlikelystories.org/content/momias-metamorphoses-and-momias-mauled-metamorphoses

NEW! The 20th Anniversary Issue of Unlikely Stories has arrived!

The 20th Anniversary Issue of Unlikely Stories has arrived and includes three collaborative poems by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain, as well as creative tons of other poetry/art/stories and more!!!

The lines below are from Cook and hastain's poem, "Star Spangled Bullets".

Dive into more HERE - http://www.unlikelystories.org/content/concrete-entrenchment-star-spangled-bullets-and-while-the-veil-is-thin

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Another bad hair day
as it drips down the back
into an unintended reverse mullet,
blood drenched and about to be
catapulted

to a sharp point in the front,
a knife of strands
gripped by hands
made of thread.
Only the monster phantoms can hold the lead

bullets. Where did the good phantoms go?

bullets. Where did the good phantoms go?
bullets. Where did the good phantoms go?