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When I was a little girl, I threw a rock at a crab and accidentally killed it

Juliet Cook

A tiny lime green creature crawls out
from underneath a tiny doll house carapace
and hisses. A tiny red baby sticks its head out
from underneath the bed. Inside the pillow,
something tries to shake itself into my head.
The bedroom light bulbs turn into doll heads.
Perennial bulbs that open and shut their mouths,
depending on whether the light is on or off.
Sometimes the light stays on for a very long time,
flickering in different directions, as though
it might break or explode before I can turn it off.

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.

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ISSUE TWENTY THREE: Let Yrs Slay Me

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Donna Dallas
   Epic Wretch

Juliet Cook
   When I was a little girl,
      I threw a rock at a crab
      and accidentally killed it

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   Uninvited Images Arriving
      to the Lightless Shale of Sleep

Heikki Huotari
   Unfinished Sympathy

Barry Charman
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