woman – Page 2 – Cajun Mutt Press

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 09/20/21

September 20, 2021 James D. Casey IV

Wanda (no. 110 of Women’s names sensual series)

I never depended on the
sexual kindness & comfort
from complete strangers.

I was raised on Dateline
& after hearing all about my girlfriends’ crazy shit,
the pepper spray was in my purse half-cocked,
ready to strike any madman
like a cobra.

But I have to stop
sleeping with you—
this will be the last time
we make any form of love
together—I was destroyed
by our last congress.

Since you left me,
I’ve been an empty shell,

& I know I have to move on,
& I will find someone else
I will let it slip in,
& when I feel comfortable
with myself, alone,
love might happen

like a surprise hatching
of tiny snakes,
stunning their prey
with good venom.

Damn boy,
you look tasty—
let me tread on
you lightly.

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 poetry collections: Hurricanes never apologize (Luchador Press) was published in December 2019, and In the blue hour (Nirala Publications), was recently published in February 2021. Born in Norman, Oklahoma, she now lives with her husband in Manhattan, New York.
https://carriemagnessradna.com

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 07/05/21

July 5, 2021 James D. Casey IV

Man, Woman, Birth, Death, Infinity

The ground is littered with used paper face masks. I want to shake this person and that person and tell them, “You can’t be lost in your own world all the time.” But, of course, I won’t. A purplish darkness creeps over the city. I stream a movie about an international crew of astronauts on a journey to the cosmic womb. The ship malfunctions. Their sanity frays. They slowly turn against one another. Something out there in space is acting like a hulking bouncer who won’t let them through. If they knew what I know, they would just chuckle. A month from now my daughter is having a daughter.

Howie Good is the author of more than a dozen poetry collections, including Stick Figure Opera (Cajun Mutt Press), The Death Row Shuffle (Finishing Line Press), The Trouble with Being Born (Ethel Micro Press), and Gunmetal Sky (Thirty West Publishing).

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 07/01/19

July 1, 2019July 1, 2019 James D. Casey IV

156195783797544537

MAD WOMAN WILD WOMAN

I am mad woman, I am wild woman
I am rage, I am truth, strength, beauty, ferociousness
I am the scars of being stomped on, shut down, beat down, beaten up and
murdered
Rising up from the bowels of the earth I am the knife in the night that aims
true
I am the little girl in the dark waiting for her power to be taken
The woman waiting to be robbed of herself, crying out for help, pleading for
her life
I am women all over the world screaming to be heard
I am mad woman, I am wild woman
I am every woman trying to rate her assault, forced to take responsibility
I am every woman afraid to walk alone, afraid to speak her truth
I am every woman silenced, raped
I am every woman who said no
I am every woman who sits in the dark, sleeps in the dark with one eye open
I am every woman terrified, taught to fear men, living in constant fight or
flight
I am every woman dismissed, diminished
I am mad woman, I am wild woman
I am the woman saying no more, we are done
I am not your objectification, a smile on my face
I am not your tits, your ass, your cunt, your property
I am not a sacrifice for the patriarchy
I am not your victim
I am not your justification for boys will be boys
I am not too emotional, I am unleashed, I am rage unleashed
This rage is regurgitating your small minded thoughts and ownership, your
self-righteous greedy hands shoved down my throat and up my pants
I am not your blame, blame, blame
I am not your refusal to take responsibility
Your relentless defense of your fragile male ego
I am every woman broken, every woman refusing to be broken
I am every woman putting themselves back together and every woman not
giving up
I am every woman in the darkness who can’t see a way out
I am very woman trapped, every woman sold
I am every woman who crawled their way to the fucking light
I am the woman not cowering to your shame, your labels, your diminishing of
our light
I am liberation and I am not here to be your version of me
I am not here to be silent
I am the voice that bellows across the world, singing our truth, carrying our
fears and our stories
I am the heart that holds your hand, carries your song and knows your truth
I am mad woman, I am wild woman, and I am fed up
I am what you fear most, I AM the fucking revolution, the feminine rising
I am the woman who will be quiet no longer
I am the blaze melting these chains off our ankles, the fire burning your hands
that have held us down for too long
I am the Phoenix, being reborn
The fire rising to burn this fucker down
I am mad woman, I am wild woman, I am all women
And we are not a sacrifice for the patriarchy

rani

Rani Whitehead is the founder and owner of Radiant Alchemy, a hub for “Liberating Your Magic”. As the sole practitioner of Radiant Alchemy, she combines her many life experiences through abuse, addiction and trauma with her skills as a Certified Intuitive Life and Spiritual coach, Reiki Healer, Empath, writer and photographer to create a magical portal for you to step compassionately into your deepest healing, allowing you to discover your most authentic self and liberate your magic. You can find Radiant Alchemy on Facebook & Instagram.