One Poem by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain + One Poem by Juliet Cook and Michael Bernstein

Dark Princess

by Juliet Cook and j/j hastain I feel like applying my own

thigh pressure

to this star,

when i don't know where i should throw what i feel the need to express. Should I pitch it all over the place or throw it away or alternate?

Does it matter?

Grey matter

stirs my ideas

into body parts that extend

beyond vertical and horizontal and the borders of reality intersect with the next

five course lap dance

from a yapping chihuahua

burned at the stake.

Strip steak witch legs.

Whiplash in bags

filled with sand and wind. A fire storm of seasoning until the skin burns off

and turns into a new music box

that I crawl inside and dance in

until I finally die.


by Juliet Cook and Michael Bernstein

Freezing, tripping landmines

in a brutal tandem of lack and hollow,

the eyes eaten out, the joy

voided in echoes of the ghost wail ad infinitum. The gibberish bleeding and spitting out ants

that turn into models. I'm talking runway models that bite more eyes into holes.

The exhibition staged in a black hole,

the pummel of raw gravity collapsing the catwalk

in a neutron slop, an implosion of logic,

slick and burning green and just because

the ghosts became ants doesn't mean

they can't turn red again and then grow

into the size of moray eels and steal

more life. Their crystalline fangs bear down,

existence itself rending to tatters in a slimy death roll,

fathoms deep, vocal chords flung into the underwater

mosh pit. The underworld ripe and ruined,

with magma oozing into another form

of monarchy. Monarch butterflies replicated

into leeches. Leech pits, leech festivals,

leech fairs in which the new Queen Leech

dissolves her progeny in a flurry of teeth,

the muck whirring furious and blind all around,

using more ripped off flesh to create dripping crowns of thorns with more suckling leeches dangling from the tops

of heads. A new form of crucifixion.

The vermin of all dawn has fallen down

into cataclysm. Like burning sewer water

siphoned out with giant syringes,

then shoved into the throats

of the remaining few who still try to speak

until their voices are singed into another side of silence.

Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and dark red explosions. She is drawn to poetry, abstract visual art, and other forms of expression. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications. You can find out more at j/j hastain is a collaborator, writer and maker of things. j/j performs ceremonial gore. Chasing and courting the animate and potentially enlivening decay that exists between seer and singer, j/j hopes to make the god/dess of stone moan and nod deeply through the waxing and waning seasons of the moon. Michael Bernstein is an American writer and musician. His first proper collection of poems...this is an x-ray...was published by Writing Knights in 2017. He currently lives in Wisconsin.

Image by Dinah Sanders, found on Flickr:

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