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!

NEW! Two New Poems by Juliet Cook are appearing in Misfit Issue No. 41, Fall 2025!

Juliet Cook is delighted to have two new poems appearing in Misfit Issue No. 41, Fall 2025!

The poems are entitled "Precious Little Doll Babies" and "Green Rabbit Within a Dream Within a Dream".


"In this dream, my garbage can was repositioned
from the kitchen to the living room, in the space
where I keep art and poetry chapbook supplies.

My green jade rabbit was removed
from the kitchen counter where she usually sits
beside a vintage liquor decanter (Four Roses Whiskey
even though I don't drink whiskey). Now she was
on my bathroom counter, facing the mirror."

in the poem "Green Rabbit Within a Dream Within a Dream"


Read Cook's poems here - http://misfitmagazine.net/archive/No-41/Cook.html

Partake of the whole issue here - http://misfitmagazine.net/current.html

NEW! Juliet Cook's poem "Empty Holes for Eyes" is newly appearing in The Literary Underground, In Conversation!

"...Can’t find out if my eyes
are real. If I still exist. If I’m detached
from reality or if I am dead now."

within Juliet Cook's poem "Empty Holes for Eyes", appearing In Conversation at The Literary Underground today

read more here - https://theliteraryunderground.org/blog/2025/11/20/empty-holes-for-eyes-by-juliet-cook/

A few Blood Pudding Press Photos

A photo of Juliet Cook at the Blood Pudding Press table at Get Sharp! Ohio Poetry Publishing Conference sponsored by the Ohio Poetry Association, at the Cuyahoga County Public Library's South Euclid-Lyndhurst branch, on Saturday November 15, 2025.

And a slightly more close up photo of the table. 

You can find out a bit more about all these chapbooks (and more chapbooks that don't show up in these photos) in the Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress

NEW! Juliet Cook's poem "No Longer Part of the Latest Scene" is making an appearance in MasticadoresUSA!

"No longer able to generate as much attention.
No longer growing bright purple, other than
all the random bruises on my dry skin.
All the unwanted destruction adding up,
breaking down, trying to make me disappear."

in Juliet Cook's poem, "No Longer Part of the Latest Scene", which is newly appearing in MasticadoresUSA 

read more HERE - https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2025/11/14/no-longer-part-of-the-latest-scene-by-juliet-cook/

This Saturday Blood Pudding Press has a table at an Ohio Poetry Publishing Conference

This coming Saturday, November 15 from 10 AM - 4:30 PM, Juliet Cook and her Blood Pudding Press will have a table at this Ohio Poetry Publishing Conference at the Cuyahoga County Public Library South Euclid-Lyndhurst Branch.

The event is FREE and open to all poets, but please do try to Register in advance.

In addition to several Ohio-based presses having tables, there will also be several free Presentations and Workshops by several different poets.

Find out more details and sign up here - https://attend.cuyahogalibrary.org/event/13881294

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If you can't make it to this event, you can still check out the Blood Pudding Press shop here - 
https://www.etsy.com/shop/BloodPuddingPress

A photo of Juliet Cook exorcising, I mean reading, some of her poetry (and more)...

A photo of Juliet Cook exorcising, I mean reading, some of her poetry, as one of the Featured Readers at Uncloistered Poetry Live, October 11, 2025, at the Attic on Adams.

First Featured Reading in well over a year.

Last Featured Reading at the age I am now.

Reading a poem from my most recently published poetry chapbook, "Blue Stingers Instead of Wings", which is still available and which shall be linked to below. 

My most recent poetry chapbook that I'm reading a poem from here, Blue Stingers Instead of Wings, is indeed still available from its publisher Pure Sleeze Press HERE - https://puresleezepress.bigcartel.com/

Or from the Blood Pudding Press shop HERE - https://www.etsy.com/listing/4314653197/new-blue-stingers-instead-of-wings-by

AND in additional exciting poetry news, the poem I read from this chapbook Saturday evening, "Severed Into Unspeakable Compliance" was nominated for a Pushcart Prize the same evening I was reading it, unbeknownst to me until I saw the nomination hours later!

Heck, maybe I received the nomination while in the time frame of reading that poem!

Thank you very much to Pure Sleeze Press!

And congratulations to the other nominees!

NEW! Juliet Cook's poem “Residual Fitting Room Inside Which Nothing Fits” has managed to fit its way into MasticadoresUsa!

"Sometimes talking with others
causes you to feel fake and so
you bite your own tongue,

drain it onto your own paper,
no matter how splattered
and intricately cluttered

this room becomes. These lines
might not even fit anymore
tomorrow."

in Juliet Cook's poem “Residual Fitting Room Inside Which Nothing Fits”, newly appearing in MasticadoresUsa

 
read more here - https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2025/10/13/residual-fitting-room-inside-which-nothing-fits-by-juliet-cook/

NEW! FIVE new poems by Juliet Cook are newly appearing in American Poet! AND FIVE more new poems by Juliet Cook are newly appearing in Bionik Pussy!

Happy end of September and happy poetry power!

As of Sunday September 28, five new poems by Juliet Cook are newly appearing at American Poet!

The first three are interconnected or maybe they all are in a way. Past memories, dreams, interpretations...

Here are a few lines from one of those poems, followed by a link to all five poems:

"Old paint peeling from the ceiling and
landing on the floor. An outdated song
you don't like keeps playing inside your head
on repeat, whether you're awake or asleep
or at least trying to fall asleep in bed
or hiding underneath the bed and why in the hell

is your head stuck somewhere you don't want
it to be? It feels like you're spinning
the bottle until it breaks. Then gagging
bloody shards of glass out of your own mouth.
Then the parasitic afterbirth will crawl back inside you
for a feast, to remove the rest of you."

in Cook's poem "Deteriorating Words"

read more of Cook's poetry in American Poet HERE - https://www.americanpoet.org/2025/09/juliet-cooks-poetry-popular-american.html

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Then as of Monday September 29, five more new poems by Juliet Cook are appearing as PUSSY SHOTS in the new Bionik Pussy!

Here are a few lines from one of those poems, followed by a link to all five poems: 

"Her syntax was running backwards.
The speech therapist yelled at her
for getting upset that she couldn't express herself

the way she used to. She was supposed to feel lucky
she was still alive and not just a puddle of drool
dripping down an unnamable face. Not entirely paralyzed."

in Cook's poem "Word Paralysis"

read more of Cook's poetry in Bionik Pussy HERE - https://bionikpussy.com/2025/09/29/pussy-shots-juliet-cook/

A NEW Fall 2025 Flock of Thirteen Myna Birds is HERE!

Happy Autumn from Thirteen Myna Birds!

Summer has segued into fall and a new flock of Thirteen Myna Birds has arrived! Currently offering 17 new poems by John Andrew Fredrick, Scott Ferry, Merritt Waldon, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal, John Grey, Denise Gilchrist, Bradford Middleton, Charlie Brice, and Wayne F Burke!

More poems shall be added throughout October too, if all goes according to plan.

"make a lantern for us to hold up, a trophy - or a branch with a raven perched on it - The gibbous moon dances - a gawking fish twisting - in those videos where time is speeded up - the plaintive trill of a cricket has coaxed a star out of the ink - smoking, Drinking and writing again - in the air, in the hot violet night air - The carpet came alive - Mind on skull raft - White dawn lily left for cemetery stone - Memory floats through time lost - the sad moon lies comatose - The house is unsettled - through my dead wires and rotting tongue - what animated the flesh has fled - Its sadness witnessed through the ages - sing my pain to sleep by whistling imaginary air - a martyr of the sky brightening the dark night - surrounding you like an immediate fractal séance"

Read more HERE - https://13myna.blogspot.com/