Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 05/29/23

Tony Danza Sucks

I just realized
Tony Micelli from Who’s the Boss?
is just a bad Arthur Fonzarelli
impersonation.

Tony Danza sucks,
I think to myself.

The old Redpath sugar silo
a few streets away
sitting oddly stoic just
after midnight.

Next Table Over

I’ll have the sea fish.

Sea fish!
the woman leans in to loud whisper
after the waiter leaves.
Don’t you mean seafood?

The man says nothing
He is dressed nice enough.

You’ve been into the edibles again,
haven’t you?

the woman says accusingly.

The man stares back blankly.
Forgetting to blink.

Jesus Christ!
the woman runs her hand through her hair,
covers her face.
So embarrassing!
she hisses under her breath.

Do Not Feed the Bears

It is tough going
being a tweeker in the North.

Stoned out of your head
and staggering around the streets
at 10 in the evening.

Your judgement shot.
Running up to pet the bears
coming down the street the other way.

A momma and her two cubs.
And momma rips your face off.

The cubs get to enjoy
possibly their first meal
after a winter.

Leaving the rest
in the middle of the street
for the morning work crowd
to discover.

©2023 Ryan Quinn Flanagan All rights reserved.

RQF

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many mounds of snow. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Cajun Mutt Press, Dumpster Fire Press, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.

Victory Slab was released last year by Cajun Mutt Press

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 03/01/23

Soy Sauce

Do you have any packets of soy sauce?
the man asked.

Sorry, we don’t have that,
came the reply from the kid
behind the cash.

You didn’t even look.

We don’t have any!
the kid repeated.

Well, can you look for me?
the man asked.

Sir, we don’t have any of that.

I would suggest you look.

I’m not going to look for something
we don’t have!

The man then pulled out a gun
and shot the kid in the face.

Leaving the restaurant
without eating.

Dig

That thoughtless
slippery eel of a blade
going in

well below the ribs
because everyone
is scared

and no one knows
how to fight
anymore.

Shane called

from upstate,
sounded just like anyone
sent up river without a paddle,
complained that his celly was into children,
had all these pictures from the catalogue
and that the weight room always smelled
like dirty men on their worst day
and that Janine and the children
had stopped coming by,
that he thought she was out
dating again (taking a flyer) and I told him
I didn’t know anything about that
even though I did,
because a man can only deal
with so much when the world has
him down and the system
keeps kicking him in the balls
which never feels good
even though some men pay
handsomely for just such a service
from some broad in black leather
and impossible cockroach killers
that rip apart your floors
and forget the safe word
just for kicks.

©2023 Ryan Quinn Flanagan All rights reserved.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many mounds of snow. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Cajun Mutt Press, Dumpster Fire Press, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.

Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan:

US
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BMVG66QY

CA
https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0BMVG66QY

Now Available from Cajun Mutt Press, Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan is now available from Cajun Mutt Press!! Cover art by JDCIV, blurbs by Mike Zone & Tony Brewer. Please leave a review if you grab a copy. Message me your address and a pic of you holding the book or a screenshot of the receipt, and I’ll mail you some CMP logo stickers!

This is our final book publication of 2022, and I’d like to thank y’all for the love and support this year. Keep your eyes peeled for details about our first 2023 release coming soon as well!

Victory Slab by RQF:
US
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BMVG66QY
CA
https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0BMVG66QY

“Lay me out on the Victory Slab ‘cause the realm of poetry has been conquered again by RQF Flanagan bludgeons the perception of contemporary poetry with a sledgehammer to the chest shattering the sickening parade of: broken hearts, purposely unresolved trauma and snobbish elitism with a sledgehammer of truth…the hammer is still dirty though and…fun.”
—Mike Zone Editor in Chief of Dumpster Fire Press, Author of Fuck You: A Fucking Poetry Chap

Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan offers shoot-from-the-hip observations like an unfolding docudrama, part pulp fiction, part ripped-from-the-headlines, always grounded in visceral plainspoken reality. Hard-luck lessons elbowed out of the way by blind-lucky bastids, and many fraught moments brought to heel by earnest tenderness directed at real people by real people. Serious business. But this collection is also funny, in all senses, from ELL OH ELL to mere mild exhalations through the nose, as well as my favorite flavor: weird. The farted-upon couch. The dime store ronin. The flirty wafer-thin waitress making your wife jelly. “[R]oving blood goons with veiny neck effort / and pillows for fists.” These poems are nuts and you’ll love them for it.”
—Tony Brewer, author of psithurism and Pity for Sale

Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan
CoverArt by JDCIV
Blurbs by Mike Zone & Tony Brewer

COVER REVEAL: Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

!! COVER REVEAL !!

Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan drops on December 8th!!! I’ll share the link once it goes live. Cover art by JDCIV, blurbs by Tony Brewer & Mike Zone!

“Lay me out on the Victory Slab ‘cause the realm of poetry has been conquered again by RQF Flanagan bludgeons the perception of contemporary poetry with a sledgehammer to the chest shattering the sickening parade of: broken hearts, purposely unresolved trauma and snobbish elitism with a sledgehammer of truth…the hammer is still dirty though and…fun.”
—Mike Zone Editor in Chief of Dumpster Fire Press, Author of Fuck You: A Fucking Poetry Chap

Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan offers shoot-from-the-hip observations like an unfolding docudrama, part pulp fiction, part ripped-from-the-headlines, always grounded in visceral plainspoken reality. Hard-luck lessons elbowed out of the way by blind-lucky bastids, and many fraught moments brought to heel by earnest tenderness directed at real people by real people. Serious business. But this collection is also funny, in all senses, from ELL OH ELL to mere mild exhalations through the nose, as well as my favorite flavor: weird. The farted-upon couch. The dime store ronin. The flirty wafer-thin waitress making your wife jelly. “[R]oving blood goons with veiny neck effort / and pillows for fists.” These poems are nuts and you’ll love them for it.”
—Tony Brewer, author of psithurism and Pity for Sale