Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 06/10/24

A Missed Opportunity

I should have slept with you that night
I could have gotten us a hotel

I should have booked a hotel
Not far from the bar

Someplace close to the bar
It wouldn’t have mattered where

Wouldn’t have made a difference where
As long as you get your dick sucked

As long as you get your dick wet
All before breakfast

As long as you come before breakfast
Now, every sight of me is an eye roll

Every time you see me, you roll your eyes.
Preparing like I’m some kind of level 5 hurricane


A Kind Thing

So, this man’s backpack falls on the floor of the cafe.
Everyone thinks this is a Starbucks.
His bag is a combination of black and gray, small for
Things like a laptop and a notebook.
My instinct is to pick it up, and sit it back in the chair
Before he returns from the bathroom,
But I’m afraid if he comes out, and sees me holding it,
He will cause a fuss,
Accuse me of stealing, so I leave it on the floor
No matter how much I want to pick it up.
When the white man returns to see his backpack,
He picks it up, and sits it back in one of the chairs at his table.
I could have done something kind,
But I didnโ€™t want to get yelled at,
I didnโ€™t want to be accused of stealing.


Adam

How can you despise me
When I think you’re the prettiest boy in the bar?
Even after you and Stevo fell out,
Even now when he won’t speak your name.
Why do you look at me with such disdain
When all I do is bless you with light,
Baptize you with all the love
You can stand?


50 Bucks on My 51st

As my mother walks about the house upset
About the broken ice maker not working in her 1000-dollar refrigerator
She slips me a check for fifty bucks and says Happy Birthday.
It’s nice to know what I’m worth.
My sister will probably get more.


Ammunition

Dear Daddy,

You might as well hand Ma a box of bullets,
Watch her load the gun,
Go stand wherever she wants you to stand 
And take your execution like a man. 

Love,

Your Son


ยฉ2024 Shane Allison All rights reserved.

Brother Shane

Shane Allison has been writing poetry since the age of fifteen when he would hide off in the library writing sappy love poems about high school crushes. He has gone on to publish poems in a plethora of lit mags and anthologies. He has pinned two novelsย Youโ€™re the One I Wantย andย Harm Doneย both published by Simon & Schuster. His latest poetry collection,ย I Want to Eat Chinese Food Off Your Assย is out from Dumpster Fire Press. You will usually find him hiding off in a corner at a nearby Barnes & Noble composing poems about hot, stroller-pushing DILFS.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 05/03/24

Easy Pill

I ain’t right in the head, that’s an easy pill
for me to swallow, but it’s choking my kids.

Iโ€™m a piece of shit, lost my cool again
for the hundredth, no, the thousandth time.

Time, it keeps on ticking. Mineโ€™s running out
as I scream and shout over nothing.

The dog pissed on the floor.

Fuck it! Is that worth this argument?
Is it worth this divide?

I feel myself slowly creeping towards the edge
I’m ready to jump, the free fall, the wind.

I wish my mind didn’t work like this.

I’m trying to get help, but what about them?
What about the damage I leave behind?

When I lose my cool, when I’m outta my mind.

The dog pissed on the floor again.

I stepped in it as soon as I walked through the door
already in overload. Work always pushes me right to the edge.

Speaking of the edge, I’m past ready to jump.
I shut my eyes, trying to decompress.

I’m ready to cry, still no tears come.
I’m fucking crazy, long past insane.

She was right to say that I may need a 72 hr hold
I’m no easy pill for anyone to swallow.

Now, I’m even choking myself.

“Easy Pill”

Death’s Bed

On death’s bed, true love still says

โ€œYou are the greatest thing that ever happened to meโ€

โ€œI will always find every chance to be silly and share it with youโ€

โ€œI want to spend the rest of my life with youโ€

โ€œPlease, please, please, please be my Valentineโ€

โ€œI promise to make the rest of your life as fun and exciting and as happy as I canโ€

โ€œEvery day I spend with you is an adventure and every moment apart is time I spend thinking about youโ€

โ€œI’ll always be with youโ€

This is what true love says, on death’s bed.

“Death’s Bed”

ยฉ2024 Michael E. Duckwall All rights reserved.

Brother Duck

Michael E. Duckwall was born and raised in the Ohio Valley. A featured poet at the 10th and final Gonzofest in Louisville Ky. His poem โ€œMaking Messesโ€ was included in the anthology Encore released in January 2023, and his first book of poetry The Ramblings of a Recovering Poet was published by Pure Sleeze Press in July 2023. Cajun Mutt Press recently published his collection of poetry and artwork titled 7.2 SkullQuake in February 2024. This is how he describes his poems: โ€œI donโ€™t write, I release. Iโ€™m not sure if I could hold any of this in, even if I wanted to. Poetry.. my therapy, my friend, my release.โ€

7.2 SkullQuake by Michael E. Duckwall

7.2 SkullQuake, a chapbook of poetry and artwork by Michael E. Duckwall, drops next Tuesday!! Look for it on Feb. 27th, I’ll share the Amazon link when it goes live. Brother Duck will also have author copies soon if you want a signed book!

Michael E. Duckwall offers up pieces of his soul in artistic and poetic form between the pages of 7.2 SkullQuake. You’ll find musings about the darkness and light of the human condition in this collection. Liberated shadows, dug up and set free from deep within the roots of his own being. Here’s how Michael describes his poems: “I don’t write, I release. I’m not sure if I could hold any of this in, even if I wanted to. Poetry.. my therapy, my friend, my release.”
โ€”JDCIV, Editor-in-Chief of Cajun Mutt Press

Coming Soon from CMP, Vital Decay by Timothy Dodd

Sorry for stumbling on the names and poems. I’ve been running the ship full-speed-ahead for y’all since being home from Gonzofest! I’m getting tired, but I plan on going until the sails fall down.
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Big Love, Write On,
JDCIV
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Vital Decay by Timothy Dodd will be released on August 16th!! Which also happens to be Charles Bukowski’s birthday! Everything just fell into place that way. I thought that was pretty cool. Keep your eyes peeled for more details! Hope y’all dig the poems I chose from each section. Sorry if I fucked them up, brother Dodd, and Ace’s name.

Vital Decay by Timothy Dodd
cover art by Timothy Dodd

โ€œTimothy Dodd writes with the energy and frenzy of a man being chased by assassins, hell hounds, the police. His words race across busy highways. They jump from tall buildings but land on their feet. They vanish into dead-end alleys as though a door opened in one wall then closed behind him. The poems in this book are vivid descriptions of scenes mixed with meditations on life-meanings and interplays between the sacred and profane. Dodd stares into the abyss and doesnโ€™t blink. Vital Decay is a marvelous collection and a wild ride. Strap yourself down for this one.โ€
โ€”Ace Boggess, author of The Prisoners and Escape Envy.

“Timothy Dodd plays with words, to play with readers’ perception and reception, not unlike Gregory Corso, but at times his observations are also acerbic, not unlike Charles Bukowski. His overall concept of the people populating his poetry as full-blown characters — not mere extensions of himself, the poet — is a semi-biographical approach that reminds somewhat of Edgar Lee Masters. To combine elements of such poets as these in one voice, and then to have a unique voice in the midst of such influences is no mean feat.

VITAL DECAY will push you, as much as pull you along. Some poems lean towards prose, while others are highly imagistic, and some concrete, while others near a blend of magic-realism. This explains lines such as “Like a Halloween mask / she arrived at pavementโ€ฆ”

Dodd namechecks Denton Welch, Vladimir Mayakovsky, and Ronnie James Dio, and you can see their shadows looming over some poems. There is little distinction between high culture and low culture in the inspiration and the references in many of his poems, and in so doing this poet’s voice is less encumbered by the cultural bias and classism, that makes the street poet and the academic poet most easily recognizable, quantifiable, and readily fitted for a label โ€“ anything from Camus to Marvel Comics shows up in Dodd’s poems. These approaches encourage a certain unpredictability, that in turn opens one up to being caught off guard, one’s cynicism challenged, coerced into an openness of possibility: one never knows what the next poem will bring.”
โ€”David Alec Knight, author of LEPER MOSH (Cajun Mutt Press, 2022), recipient of The Ted Plantos Memorial Award For Poetry, 2021.

!!Now Available from Cajun Mutt Press!!

Tales From The Rotten Land is a mind-bending mixture of artwork and flash fiction by the talented Efe TuลŸder. Stories about demons, sex, gore, interdimensional beings, existential crises, and other normal daily nuances; all laced with a touch of gallows humor and Efe’s beautifully macabre images. Also featuring cover art by JDCIV.

“Efe Tusderโ€™s TALES FROM THE ROTTEN LAND is a more concentrated look at Narc Planetโ€ฆthe world we already live onโ€ฆwhat if everything was reversed? Instead of artificial beauty hiding truth, horrid yet genuine truth spilled over the glitzy veilโ€ฆfrom spitting on your breakfast plate to being the man who tried to split his skull. Youโ€™ll be splatter house appalled into enlightenment.”
โ€”Mike Zone, EIC of Dumpster Fire Press

Tales From The Rotten Land by Efe Tusder
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C1J1XDGM