Sep 04
(Un)formulaic Formula When you feel like you write a haiku in a dream, but do not transfer those words outside your brain’s portal. Can’t speak. Maybe you swallowed the page. Your own writing tastes better than a bottle of baby formula. Juliet Cook doesn’t fit inside an Easy-Bake Oven and rarely cooks. Her poetry has appeared in …
Jul 17
Fragmentation The robots break dance to commemorate human extinction. Supplant human language with AI generated words. New history of new birthing process. Hearse parked outside Adult Mart. Robots making out with loitering dead human corpse heads until they break down into past severed ties. I can’t read your robot mind and you replaced mine. Bugbot …
Jun 04
My Own I don’t like being seen digging in to the ground. I don’t like being spied on while cutting things down into smaller pieces of me. I do most of my work inside my own mind. My own space with windows shut, doors locked. Instead of writing a book review, I write another review …
Feb 24
Doll Fingers with Bloody Scrap Metal Nails I’ve had enough of your lighthearted positivity. There’s nothing light about this. Nothing light about four or more years of dismantled life. More missing fingers, broken off and hidden. My middle finger is still intact for now. Invasive Glimmers Maybe it only existed inside my mind was …
