Showing posts with label death poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death poetry. Show all posts

7/1/26

NEW! Juliet Cook is pleased to have another new poem appearing in MasticadoresUSA!

"Based on what? Based on who?
I don't believe in the same god as you.

I sometimes believe in poetry,
even if hardly anyone seems to care or understand
what I'm trying to share or why."

in Juliet Cook's poem "Traditional Assumptions", which is newly appearing in MasticadoresUsa 

you can read more here - https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2026/06/30/traditional-assumptions-by-juliet-cook/

6/29/26

NEW! Juliet Cook is delighted to have another new poem in The Rye Whiskey Review, "Is Bird Song Better Than My Song?"

"I tried to express myself to them,
then banged against the wall
on the outside of a house that didn't belong
to me."


the beginning of Juliet Cook's poem "Is Bird Song Better Than My Song?"

Delighted to have another new poem appearing in The Rye Whiskey Review (this time in the last weekend of June 2026)...

you may read more here - https://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2026/06/is-bird-song-better-than-my-song-by.html

12/1/25

NEW! Juliet Cook's poem "Death is Lurking" is making an appearance in Buffalo 8, volume 5! Happy December!

"My legs have lost their elasticity.
My face has lost its glow.
My body has lost its flow.
Get out your blow torch."

the beginning of Juliet Cook's poem, "Death is Lurking", newly appearing in volume 5 of Buffalo 8

Read more of the poem here - https://buffalojournal.tumblr.com/post/801704783140585472/death-is-lurking

Check out the whole volume 5 here - https://buffalojournal.tumblr.com/

Wishing you a creatively wonderful December!

3/24/23

NEW! Six new poems by Juliet Cook are appearing within A Thin Slice of Anxiety!

Juliet Cook has six new poems making an appearance in A Thin Slice of Anxiety!

"Red cloud formations cover your body,
wait for you to become
a new animal.
When the animals die young,
they last longer
in memory-land.

When you die old, they will put up a photo
of you when you were young,
as though your recent years were nothing.
Not nearly as exciting as your youth,
at least not physically.

When you were a teenage nightmare,
you started to dream of dying
before you reached that violent gurgling
middle stream of ongoing irrelevance.
Before you sank down to the bottom
and drowned while you were still alive"

from the poem "Fifty Ice Crystals Melting Away"

read more here -
 http://www.athinsliceofanxiety.com/2023/03/poetry-selections-from-juliet-cook.html