Now Available From Cajun Mutt Press!!!

I Hear Your Music Playing Night and Day
by Dave O’Leary

Poetry and short prose about the musical life and the lost words of youth, about the places where love might be found or misplaced and dreams not quite made and celebrity encounters and being short on funds and the necessity of bus rides and bus stops and homes and the small moments that resonate and, of course, cats.

Cajun Mutt Press Bibliography

I Hear Your Music Playing Night and Day

By Dave O’Leary

Oracles from a Strange Fire

By Merritt Waldon & Ron Whitehead

The Queen & Her Devil: A Sacred Journey Through Love and Contracts

By Rani Whitehead


By R. Keith

The Shells Encasing Our Nothingness

By Will Mayo

Written in Darkness

By Anthony Watkins

Fracture Point

By Rani Whitehead

Sharks & Butterflies

By John D Robinson

Unwritten Words That Slide Down The Wall

By James Dennis Casey IV

Safer Behind Popcorn

By Sean Hanrahan

Hoodoo Voodoo And Other Strange Stories

By Will Mayo

Stick Figure Opera

By Howie Good

Around the bend

By R. Keith

Death & Love/Love & Death

By James D. Casey IV

Miles of Sky Above Us, Miles of Earth Below

By Steve Denehan


By R. Keith

Where Hot Rods Ride

By Mendes Biondo

Requiem for a Robot Dog

By Lauren Scharhag

Dreams Of Mongolia

By Will Mayo

Detritus Of The Drunken Night

By Ian Lewis Copestick

Wild Rose Country

By R. Keith

This Many Years After the War

By Matthew Borczon

Juggernaut Fuzz

By Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Dark Linings

By Joanne Olivieri


By R. Bremner


By Red Focks

Owls in Hot Rods with Pink Elephants and Dead Bats

By J.D. Casey IV

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 05/24/21


I’m not sure why I like trains.
I don’t collect models
I don’t care about design or form
I know the basics of how they work
Like any vehicle.
Lots of movies feature the old coal-fueled kind
But the story captured my attention
Not the train.

I walk from my building to my car
Parked near railroad tracks
Where a train passes daily, several times, both ways
Blocks traffic
Blares its horn, deafens nearby pedestrians
Shuttles cargo and people from there to here.

I’m not sure why I like trains.
I used to watch one go by our house
With Dad
Race across the carpet to burst outside
Stop at the wire fence to the vineyard next door
Only one, once a day, sometimes at night.
On sunny days we’d worm through the fence
Walk the tracks
Grass and wildflowers poking up
Between the metal rails
The wood slats pitted and grooved from rain.

But the train stopped at one point.
They mended the wire fence
I grew up
And now watch a dusty train barrel on sizzling
Singing tracks
My pumps pinching my toes

©2021 Carol Edwards All rights reserved.

Carol Edwards

Carol Edwards is a northern California native transplanted to southern Arizona. She lives and works in relative seclusion with her books, plants, and pets (2 dogs, 4 cats, + husband). She grew up loving the fantasy worlds of C.S. Lewis, Peter Beagle, and J.R.R. Tolkien, and she harbors a fondness for Greek mythology. Her recent poetry inspirations include Emily Dickinson, Robert Bl, and George Herbert.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 05/21/21


I would wear you like a mood ring
but I fear you would still be just as unpredictable
I lose myself in the obsession of your colors
your mood ever-changing upon my hand
I could only hope to understand your needs
but with each color that blends into it
I realize I could never fully grasp you
but I think I’ll keep it with me for reference
although the color is like mixed paint
brown upon my finger.


The voice erupts and rumbles
a God behind glass
but he comes at a price
and we are indebted
to the bright light that blinks
or the collection plate being passed around
I watch the boy holds up his dollar
sticking it into the machine
as he shifts side to side and awaits his fortune
I guess we all look for answers
some on a boardwalk, a carnival, or on a pew.

©2021 Ashley L. Cooke All rights reserved.

Ashley L. Cooke

Ashley L. Cooke is an English undergrad at CSULB. She lives in Long Beach CA. You can find her work at various online journals including Rye Whiskey Review and Bold Monkey, she was also poet of the month for Moontide Press.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 05/19/21

Last Will and Testament

Fuck a funeral!

Use the money you’d spend on mine

to celebrate the only proper way:

with drugs and alcohol.

You don’t even have to celebrate me,

just fuckin’ celebrate!

Or give the money to a good cause.

Just don’t give it to something boring,

like a church, please.

There’s enough reason in the world to be sad,

the inevitable shouldn’t be made worse by a

public display of platonic-necrophilia and tears.

No one should have to dress up and be miserable,

especially on my behalf.

I don’t wanna be buried,

cremate me!

Gimme to science!


I won’t give a fuck, I’ll be dead!

As my grandfather used to say,

“Shove a bone in my ass and have

the dogs drag me away.”

Well I got two assholes,

so I’ll need a shit ton of dogs.

Let graverobbers steal my body,

before it’s given over to the dirt,

like they did Lincoln’s,

and have a manhunt across the nation!

We’ll save them a step and a stop at

Home Depot for a shovel.

Don’t waste valuable land on wastes of space.

Build a hospital or a school.

Fuck it, I’d rather people frack or

build yuppie townhouses!

On a second thought,

I have one request,

please don’t fuck my corpse.

I don’t find it disrespectful,

just weird.

©2021 Joe Szalinski All rights reserved.

Joe Szalinski

Joe Szalinski is a writer & performer from Pittsburgh, PA. He attended Slippery Rock University for his undergrad in writing & literature. Since returning to his native Pittsburgh, he’s been busy performing comedy, acting, making music, and writing. His writing, both creative and academic, has appeared in Defenestration, The Howling Press, The Short Humour, PS It’s Poetry (an anthology), and RockScissorsPaper.