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Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 11/22/23

November 22, 2023 James D. Casey IV

The Indiscretion

Yeah, I saw that you left
the muscadines
right there
on the unwashed
kitchen counter,
as though sex
were a part of speech
all its own.
You can diagram
that shit, you know,
on wide-lined paper
and call it
a treasure map.
There, you just might
find salvation, if not
the ring you abandoned
under the fluff of my pillow.

Bloodberry

This morning,
I made a smoothie
from the heart
I wear on my sleeve;
and, to be honest,
it’s not sitting
so well.
Damn thing,
Sugar sweet.
But, my arms
have become wings,
wide enough
to flap the steam
from a well-balanced
breakfast.

A Hair Shy of a Pound

Your love is a slice
of olive loaf,
cut thin by the butcher
of longing and time,
so I stretch
my experience of you
into a sandwich,
wandering the aisles
in the quest
for pumpernickel-rye,
whole grain mustard
and lettuce shreds,
hoping beyond hope
that the cosmos will
continue its mad swirl
into unfathomable
vastness, forever free
of fluorescent lighting
and buy-one-get-one
limited-time deals.

Kelly Moyer can often be found wandering the mountains of North Carolina, where she resides with her husband and two philosopher kittens, Simone and Jean-Paul. Hushpuppy, her collection of short-form poetry, has recently been released by Nun Prophet Press.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 10/11/23

October 11, 2023 James D. Casey IV

Thou to be?

Obstructing, denouncing, dying, impoverished or evil?
Hiding oneself and suffering.

The Moon?
Brilliant and illuminating …
raise one’s clear and unequivocal voice.

Vacuous, fraudulent or devoid of sense?
A coffin.

The optimal potential in each emerging moment?
Only light …
it really is extraordinary, sublime and mindful.

Secrecy, mystery and being obstruse?
A shadow –
an echo for the purpose of
reaching and extending evil …
places turbulent, drastic and irritating.

Growing, beginning, preparing or causing
genuine emotion, love and reason?
Affecting, responsive, perceptive and grateful –
institutions to love deeply and rely upon …
bewitching, infatuating and charming.

We really compete to invite or to ask thou
to become immersed in existence and living.

The Moon?
Real.

The universe?
Glory and honour –
moderate, apt, successful and heartfelt –
approaching existence and living.

The Moon?
Certainly various aspects braiding, knitting or weaving thou.

The target?
The wizardry known as “worthy creativity.”

Douglas Colston has played in Ska bands, picked up university degrees, supported his parents during terminal illnesses, experienced chronic mental and physical illnesses consequential to workplace harassment, married his love, transitioned into Counselling as a vocation, fathered two great children, and had his inheritance embezzled. Now, among other things, he is pursuing a PhD.

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Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 08/14/23

August 14, 2023 James D. Casey IV

Expiration Date

When she told him
Hey,
You’re the best thing
That’s ever happened
To me,
It felt amazing
To him,
But he regrets
Not checking
The expiration date
On what she said
When she said it.

Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, D.C. He’s author of the Peace Corps memoir Fiesta of Sunset, and the forthcoming poetry collection Home Again.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 08/11/23

August 11, 2023 James D. Casey IV

Flies

All day my mother
Swallows flies
Like some kind of allegory
Of love

My father says
It’s going to be okay
But he’s lied
Since the beginning

To us
And himself
And who knows what
He says to God

Or whoever it is
He talks to
When he socket wrenches the ceiling
In the dead of night

The flies don’t care.
They keep coming,
Quivering on my mother’s lip
Until the rattle sucks them under

Damon Hubbs is the author of three chapbooks: Coin Doors & Empires (Alien Buddha Press), The Day Sharks Walk on Land (Alien Buddha Press), and Fly Creek (forthcoming from Naked Cat Publishing). His poems have been featured in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Roi Fainéant Press, Otoliths, APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL, Does It Have Pockets, and elsewhere. He lives in New England.
Twitter: @damon_hubbs

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 07/05/23

July 5, 2023 James D. Casey IV

OH JOY, A NEW CULT!!!

Not getting any?
Stuck in a dead end job?
Poverty got ya by the balls?
Do the few lovers you find
     turn out to be psychotic?

Does it seem as if a sadistic higher power
     is working your last nerve?
Think a bit too much?
My funky brethren, I know all about it

If any or all of these problems
     has plagued your life
I'd like to take this opportunity
to introduce you to a brand new cult:
     The Cult of the Goc

That's right folks, The Cult of the Goc
The G.O.C., ladies and gentlemen
The God of Circumstance
The newest and coolest 
       disposable god ever

Tired of your conventional cult demanding
       so much of your time and energy,
all to worship their god which you
     still aren't fully convinced it even exists?

Well, Here at The Cult of the Goc
     each member gives worship to the
Great God of Circumstance
     whenever the hell they feel like it

But that's just the beginning!
Not only do cult members find it       unnecessary to fear The Goc
When things just aren't going right, it's common practice to cuss The Goc out
       for being such a fucking sadist

Not only is this a therapeutic 
   and liberating practice
You also don't get struck by lightning either

Now it's not all deity cussing down here 
       at The Cult of the Goc
though we do hold the practice
        in high regard
No folks, we cult members understand
     that The Goc is schizophrenic
Not unlike the God of the Old Testament

Thus we like to keep things simple
by identifying the 2 primary natures
       of our disposable god
which we dubbed The Gloc and The Bloc

The Gloc is 
       The Good Lord of Circumstance
which we love and worship
        and say thank ya to
The Bloc is 
       The Bad Lord of Circumstance
which we hate, cuss, and say fuck ya to

"So what will The Cult of the Goc
give me that all those other cults lack?"
You're probably asking yourself (as any  
        wise cult shopper would)
Well, our cult members are wise enough 
       to not cling
             to their love or hate 
                   of our Goc
						 
As we know that 
       The True God of the Universe
has nothing to do with
       our global human soap opera
for It is the One Without Another
   residing in Eternity, Unmoving, Unborn
Pure Conscious Omniscient Imagination

Creating stars and the space between
    by the Great Law Three
       and Its Seven Vibrations

We seek to go back there
       back Home

Known since 2008 as Da Honky Wit Seven Names, Gentle Dragona is an American Poet, Lyricist, Mystic Stranger, and Bloody Dirty Dancing Dervish. He authored the underground collection of 69 poems in 1998 – IN DREAMS WE HIDE – published by Arkansas Writer’s Press; and the book CUSS! The Ancient and Transcendental Art of Hangin’ Out, in 2005, published by AuthorHouse.

Da Honky’s seven names are Eric Kristian Willey Gentle Shokya Candalla Dragona. He resides in his adopted town of Austin, Texas.