Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 10/11/21

Another fight in the street, who’s winning?

I slip out the side door of the bar.
Into a slurry less than grand commotion.

Having arrived mid-punch.
Missing all the silly foreplay.

Another fight in the street, who’s winning?
A raft of loudmouths gathered round.
All sold on the loud cluck.

The veiny one on steroids getting the better
of his shorter, less veiny steroid friend.

The girls on the walk screeching for fresh blood.
With their phones out so that I have to push past.

Then a fight between a couple of the girls
breaks out.

They don’t call this the entertainment district
for nothing.

©2021 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 bears that rifle through his garbage. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Cajun Mutt Press, Outlaw Poetry Network, Red Fez, and The Oklahoma Review.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 08/30/21

chris and his fucking jet fuel kicks

chris and pam moved into a little rambler
by the airport
it was their first house
chris was 3 years sober
pam drank socially
they didn’t keep anything in the house
that chris could get into
he’d been hooked on damn near everything
things went alright the first year
but pam saw a change in him
he wasn’t acting right
he wasn’t himself
not the same anyway…
it was like he was high on something
like he was on a light drunk
that he couldn’t shake
one morning she found a ladder against the roof
he said he didn’t know nothing about it
but then it happened again
a ladder against the house,
this time out back
he played dumb…
then pam got to talking to a neighbor
some old hag with a maltese and a black son
they were talking about how low the planes flew
they were right in the flight path
the neighbor said the pilots from northwest
would dump their fuel before landings

light bulb…

the next night pam stayed up
she took a 5 hour energy shot
she heard him turn off the TV
then she heard him at the door
then she heard him up on the roof
she sneaked out the back
and stood by the garage
she saw him up there
on the peak of the roof by the little chimney
a plane was coming in for landing and he was up there…
arms outstretched…
his mouth open to the sky…
trying to suck up all the jet fuel
he could get his greasy little addict’s hands on

©2021 Adam Johnson All rights reserved.

Adam Johnson

Adam Johnson lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

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!

Whatever!

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.