Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 03/13/24

But isn’t this how

we should live our lives?

Listening to music about fools in love;
dancing without worrying about
matching the beat; humming along
because there is no shame
in not knowing the words;
glancing out the window at
a blue sky; the mimosa flowers
waving from the neighbor’s yard;
writing poetry about the
potential of the world which humanity
does not deserve.

Our only noble purpose as a species is to
adore the raw beauty of our earth.

Perhaps our role is that of an audience.
We were never meant to participate in the play,
we were meant to enjoy it, appreciate it,
applaud all its hard work to become
something sustainable for a species
as miserable as humankind who has
war and money and all the small chaos
we insisted on inventing.

We take for granted the things
that we are not credited. We act
unimpressed at the pure magic that
is this existence –

Perhaps if we slow
down, if we watch and listen and
sit very still, we can enjoy the show
which has been created for our pleasure.

©2024 Katrina Kaye All rights reserved.

Sister Kaye

Katrina Kaye is a writer and educator seeking an audience for her ever-growing surplus of poetic meanderings. She hoards (much like a typical dragon) her previous published writings, links to publications, and additional information on her website: ironandsulfur.com. Check out her latest chapbook, no longer water, available from Echobird Press! She is grateful to anyone who reads her work and in awe of those willing to share it.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 05/08/23

lucid nightmares

the cold rain beats
down an already
beaten area

apathy runs rampant
as chaos rides the
edge of a knife

some people abhor
violence

some people think
of it as second nature,
like breathing

most days, peace
and war are the
same fucking
thing

lucid nightmares
dance around all
the pain

writhing in bed

once beautiful

now a lost soul
awaiting that final
voyage to death


like an old dog

one of these days
where you just
want to lay in
the sun and sleep
like an old dog

at least i haven’t
started shitting
in the yard


yet another bad dream

screams from another room

too many years of abuse

yet another bad dream

stuck behind the eight ball
as the pressure simply builds

if life is a horse race
you’re stuck on a longshot
just foolish enough to think
one day, i will be a winner

winners already know such
things

losers need to manifest every
little thing into existence

here comes the rain again

supposed to last for three
days

©2023 J.J. Campbell All rights reserved.

J.J. Campbell

J.J. Campbell (1976 – ?) was raised by wolves yet managed to graduate high school with honors. He’s been widely published over the years, most recently at Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Black Shamrock and The Rye Whiskey Review. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)