The Infamous Ron Whitehead, Kentucky Outlaw Poet

Cajun Mutt Press is extremely proud to announce that the incredibly talented poet, and friend of the late great Hunter S. Thompson, Ron Whitehead has been added to the line-up for a featured spot on our Facebook Page! This is a big event for us, so be sure to catch his poems Tapping My Own Phone this Friday the 28th, and Shithouse Manifesto on October 31st.

Ron Whitehead’s Brief Bio: Poet, writer, editor, publisher, scholar, professor, activist Ron Whitehead grew up on a farm in Kentucky. He attended The University of Louisville and Oxford University. As poet and writer he is the recipient of numerous state, national, and international awards and prizes including The All Kentucky Poetry Prize, The Yeats Club of Oxford’s Prize for Poetry, and many others. In 2006 Dr. John Rocco (NYC) nominated Ron for The Nobel Prize in Literature. He was inducted into his high school’s (Ohio County High) Hall of Fame, representing his 1968 graduating class.

“I have long admired Ron Whitehead. He is crazy as nine loons, and his poetry is a dazzling mix of folk wisdom and pure mathematics.” – Hunter S. Thompson

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Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 11/06/20

My Age

I just can’t get used to being my age,
it’s as weird as weird can be.
When I read about ” young people ” on the newspaper page
it’s hard to see they’re not talking about me

My age certainly never feels like the middle,
I feel like a kid, or feel old.
It bothers me more than a little,
I know too well what the future will hold.

This is the one thing you can’t fight,
well two if you include death.
You can try plastic surgery, but it never looks right,
and I want dignity until my last breath.

All those stupid, old actresses with their trout pouts,
trying so hard to beat time and tide.
The desperation screams and it shouts.
They look like Frankenstein’s bride.

Age can mean becoming more wise,
expansion instead of reduction.
More understanding behind my wrinkled eyes,
creation instead of destruction.

They say you learn something new everyday
and that’s something I seriously intend
Stay curious about whatever comes my way,
until the time at the very end.

©2020 Ian Lewis Copestick All rights reserved.

Ian Lewis Copestick is a 47-year-old writer from Stoke on Trent England. Although he started writing poetry in 2001, he only started sending them out for publication 8 months ago. In this time he has had over 100 poems and 5 short stories published. He is featured in print anthologies by Alien Buddha Press and Horror Sleaze Trash. His first book Detritus Of The Drunken Night was published by Cajun Mutt Press on April 2, 2019.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 11/04/20

Strange Fruit

“If this is justice I’m a banana,”
I remember this being said
and I liked the sound of it
humour and pathos
So sometimes I used those words
to express how I was feeling
in various situations.
But strangely
the oddness,
and incongruity
of the expression
impressed no one.
So I moved on to express myself
with different words,
forgot about it,
until now
when the sight of a banana
hanging singly by it’s stem
on a hook not made for the purpose
(how could it be?),
made me realise
that the banana,
a fruit with no juice
and usually no seeds,
is always incongruous
always out of place
wherever it appears.

©2020 Lynn White All rights reserved.

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: and

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 11/02/20

On Being Nothing

Like a sponge,
I take on poetry, politics,
style, endless talk.
But inside I am nothing.
I am a little black box
with nothing inside.
Waiting to discover
the most cosmic
nothingness of all.
Eventually, we all evaporate,
return our shells to the world around us.
But always, always, the nothing remains.
It abides and fills up all over again
like the endless surroundings
of which it is made.
Nothing to nothing. And so to one.

©2020 Will Mayo All rights reserved.

Will Mayo is the author of Dreams Of MongoliaHoodoo VoodooThe Shells Encasing Our Nothingness, and other books of the extraordinary. He lives with his six-toed black cat in Frederick, Maryland, said by some to be the most haunted city in the state. Most of his writing is done between the hours of 3 a.m. and sunrise. He enjoys wordplay and strange tales, and hopes you do too.

C.M.P. Featured Writers, Nov. 2020

Not sure what to say about this month. Nothing against November, I just feel like it’s about to get really weird to one extreme or another. There’s absolutely nothing that could happen at this point I wouldn’t be expecting, but let’s hope for the best.

Below you’ll firnd this month’s featured writers, and if you’d like to send some work shoot 1-3 poems to along with a bio and author photo. I’m not accepting any more manuscripts at this time.

Write On,

C.M.P. Featured Writers, Nov. 2020:

On Being Nothing
by Will Mayo

Strange Fruit
by Lynn White

My Age
by Ian Lewis Copestick

An Addict’s Notes
by Linda Imbler

But Did It Slip?
by Douglas Richardson

3 Poems
by Gopal Lahiri

I’m an orphan mother
by Fizza Abbas

by Scott Waters

Sunset before sunrise?
by Tali Cohen Shabtai

Heartbreak Cafe
by Michael Amitin

by Ken Pobo

by M.J. Arcangelini

by Randall Rogers

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer

Tombstone Run

Sitting on a misted street
With frigid wind
And soaking leaves,

The years I’ve roamed
the nights I’ve played,
Hide -n- Seek:
In shallow graves

The years draw on;
In this chilling calm,
Where all is dead
And no one’s home

With pumpkins lit
Will these wicks still hold?

To keep us from the frozen ghosts. . .

Are we safe and sound,
Tucked in at home?

On a night all-souls, conjure theirs. . .

We’ll see to the mischief
While we make our own,
As I think of a place,
For the resting bones.

Imaginary Friends

I will tell you in the dark
That my family,
Is now dead and gone,
No more home
No more wrong,
No more place
To keep running from;
Now I’ve found, in my head,
All my friends
Come out to play;
Without eyes
Without face,
I Let them dance
I watch them rave;
As orbs shine on
Their crooked spines,
They twitch and smile;
Ebon skin
Grayed & peeled,
Shedding all
With every spin,
In their silence
Losing dress;
They breathe so softly
On nape of neck.

Waiting for Halloween

At night I write
Till the morning comes
Waiting for Autumn
Hoping Summer’s done.
Regretting Winter
Hating Spring,
Dreaming Fall,
As my everything.
Light the candles
In lantern frowns,
Your loving face,
I’m carving now.
Raise a toast,
Welcome ghosts,
Open doors,
To floating orbs.
Let them in
As a chill of wind
Greeting past
As a friend.
See the face
I left in flame
Dreaming you,
How faint your name.
Yell aloud;
In thunder now,
It rains for you
When I’m calling out.
Pictures perfect
Pumpkins chosen,
Rather rest in peace
Than to never know when;
You’re coming back
Guessing days,
I light the wick
So you’ll find the way.
Lost my life
Lost my home
Waiting for:
Orange, red, and gold.

©2020 Frogg Corpse All rights reserved.

Frogg Corpse is an author, actor, vocalist, and poet from Louisville, Kentucky. Frogg recently published a guest blog for 48 Hour Books on the importance of documenting dreams to improve writing. In 1999 Frogg Corpse was one of the youngest poets and members at that time in the International Society of Poets. In 2011 Frogg Corpse wrote a memoir titled: The Mourning Hour which in 2012 was showcased at the London Book Fair. Also in 2012 Frogg Corpse worked as a haunt actor for Waverly Hills Sanatoriums’ haunted house. Frogg also auditioned for season 12 of American Idol in Chicago. In 2013 Frogg Corpse served as a background actor for Magician Criss Angel’s Spike TV show BeLIEve while living in Las Vegas and also was cast in a supporting role for the film Las Vegas Story featuring Eric Roberts. Also in 2013 Frogg Corpse Auditioned for NBC’s The Voice twice in Las Vegas and in Los Angeles. Currently, Frogg has a poetry book coming out soon called: “A Quick Guide to Suicide: Poetry to die by” with dark artwork by artist Vitaly Illyn also known as Barandash Karandashich of Russia. Copies of Frogg’s book The Mourning Hour are owned by MTV Jackass Star Stephen “Steve-O” Glover and comedian Jim Jefferies.

Art by Vitaly Ilyn :