Tag: Juliet Cook

My Own by Juliet Cook

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 …

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2 poems by Juliet Cook

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 …

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