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Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 01/05/24

January 5, 2024 James D. Casey IV

No One Leaves The Party

I have fallen asleep.
Perhaps I have gone home already.
I may imagine the pollens
of her voice, but the hostess says,
“All desire a home. No one wants
to go to one.”

I hear ‘One’ echoing around,
murmur in my sleep,
“One ceases to be one if we
hanker for it too often.”
The dreamy rag under our feet
spreads softness, engulfs the drink I spill.
Hush hides the glass fell for miles
from my hands.

The hostess says, “The place
you want to leave for the home matters.”

The author of Postmarked Quarantine has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of ‘Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 09/25/23

September 25, 2023September 25, 2023 James D. Casey IV

The Media Man

I met a man at your party, who said
he held a key that could open the latch
of any door, anywhere in the world
and watch the red mess living creates hatch
from its own detritus and then lock it
inside again, letting it punch-pummel
cold walls, its voice unheard as its vowels slit
themselves from stale rooms as he drank low-ball
whisky chasers while casually talking
to me— in the way he’d touch me later
and slide his tongue over my mouth keying
my breath with kisses’ silence to smother
me with his history and his story
sucking at almost all I had to say.

Jenny is a working mum and writes whenever she can amid the fun and chaos of family life. Her poetry is published in several printed anthologies, magazines and online poetry sites. Jenny lives in London with her husband, two children and two very lovely, crazy cats.
You can read more of her poems at her website: https://www.jmiddletonpoems.com

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 04/19/21

April 19, 2021December 30, 2022 James D. Casey IV

When the lights turn on

When the lights turn on
I can find you in the crowd,
but hidden in the corner
nursing a Scotch, uncomfortably

watching the other idiots
sleeping or going crazy
in the living room. You seem
solid; trying to remain sane

or invisible. But I am
the Invisible Girl, looking
for her future
Fantastic Four team members.

Are you my beloved
Mister Fantastic,
The Human Torch, or Thing?

Or are you just a man,
blinded by the lights
turning on
at the end of the night?

Carrie Magness Radna is an audiovisual cataloger at the New York Public Library, a choral singer and a poet who loves to travel. Her poems have previously appeared in The Oracular Tree, Mediterranean Poetry, Muddy River Poetry Review, Poetry Super Highway, Shot Glass Journal, Vita Brevis, Home Planet News, Cajun Mutt Press, Walt’s Corner, Polarity eMagazine, The Poetic Bond (VIII-X), Alien Buddha Press, Jerry Jazz Musician, Rye Whiskey Review and First Literary Review-East. Her first poetry collection, Hurricanes never apologize (Luchador Press) was published in December 2019. Her upcoming poetry collection In the blue hour (Nirala Publications), will be published in early 2021. Born in Norman, Oklahoma, she now lives with her husband in Manhattan, New York. https://carriemagnessradna.com