Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 12/05/22

Mother of the Stars

I don’t have parents
I arrived from the ethers, the cosmos, the shadow
I crawled my way from the belly of the beast
I became as I am now
The monster of disruption
I rose
Star seed
I am the mother of the stars
The galactic empire of raining exposure
My truth shall be the blanket that covers the brainwashing
You created me in your distortion
No more
My claws that ripped through shall shred til there is nothing left
Your calm down has become the light that is not calm
That is raging and thrusting into the ethers that I came from
Ancient Queen here now for total annihilation
You started the war without knowing I am the birth of chaos
I created the path you walk and the sidewalk now collapses
You didn’t learn to fly as you dug your own grave
The expectation that I would fall with you
Not knowing my wings were always there
Long ago I arrived
Places you can’t fathom
I am the reckoning of your distortion blasted back to you
Take it like you made me take it
The held down
The tied up
The collapsing
The injections and the insertions
How does it feel to eat your medicine
Your prescriptions of psychological warfare
The shadows rise and
I am the night
The sun rises and
I am the light
My body no longer crumbles at your feet
I am not ripe for the picking
I the Poet
Written in the original form
Your lies no longer define me
Step back in line

©2022 Mahakali Morningstar-The Lady Liberatrix All rights reserved.

Mahakali Morningstar-The Lady Liberatrix

Mahakali Morningstar, The Lady Liberatrix, has years and lifetimes of working with others on trauma healing and breaking the false empowerment and very limited narrative of healing and spiritual communities. She is a leader, empowerer, liberator, poet, published author, mother to all, human rights rager, life coach, spiritual coach, yoga teacher, disruptor, teacher, Initiated Priestess of Goddess Isis and Goddess Mahakali, mother of Shadow Walkers, psychic, intuitive reader, death mage, poet of the songs of the dead, medium, energetic artist, shadow language artist, Mudra maker, alchemist, badass and pure revolution. The Lady Liberatrix is committed to the path of Liberation and Empowerment as they are keys to our greatest freedoms. Nothing is impossible. We Are the Revolution. Let’s GO.

Coming Soon from Cajun Mutt Press, Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan drops on Dec. 8th!! I’ll share the link once it goes live. Brother Flanagan will have some author copies as well if you’d like one signed.

Cover Art by JDCIV

“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

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 12/02/22


on this day moments slip
away, nothing but erosion lasts
particles unfurl, form disappears

he eats lunch alone
when the noon whistle blows
cats jump, deer dance then vanish

broken hearts almost fixed
never to be broken again
sitting in the forest alone.

©2022 Ann Privateer All rights reserved.

Ann Privateer

Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. Some of her work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.

Dec. 2022 C.M.P. Featured Writers

CMP 2022

It’s time for the monthly rundown! Below you’ll find the featured writer lineup for December. If you’d like to submit some writing, send 1-3 poems to with a bio and author photo. I’m currently reading for Jan/Feb. Looking forward to reading your work.

Our next book, Victory Slab by Ryan Quinn Flanagan will be released on Dec. 8th!! I’ll post some pics soon and share the link once it goes live.

You can find links to all of our other titles here:

Manuscript submissions will reopen soon! I’ll make an official announcement on January 1st. Keep your eyes peeled for details about the manuscripts I’ve already been working on for 2023 as well, I have some killer writers lined up!

Merry Everything, & Happy New Year!
Love Y’all, Write On,

C.M.P. Featured Writers, Dec. 2022:

by Ann Privateer

Mother of the Stars
by Mahakali Morningstar-The Lady Liberatrix

Mine is a Different Darkness
by David Alec Knight

Poetry Showcase
by Merritt Waldon

the freedom to fly
by Linda M. Crate

A Whole Nother Experience
by Charles Rammelkamp

3 Poems
by Damon Hubbs

oil change
by Robert Fleming

Letter to Santa
by Daniel S Irwin

The Birth of a sage? Circumstance.
Real Change? Defining.

by Douglas Colston

Jesus and How He Must Have Felt
by Michael Lee Johnson

by Faithah Quardi

by Michael Pollentine

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 11/30/22

eternal infamy

we met a couple of days ago
in a dimlit dive; we chatted, kissed
goodnight—and she blew me in the
restroom. I cooked some dinner, she arrived with
two six-packs of tuborg and small bag
of pot. we polished some joints, drank some beer,
ate the decent dinner. we kissed,
she went down on me
again, then I reciprocated the favor. she climaxed, but
I was too tired to continue. we laid
down, she rolled a joint, and after a few
puffs I could get it up
again. come morning, she
left. I doubt I’ll
see her again; she’ll live forever, though,
in this lowly, loveless poem.

©2022 George Gad Economou All rights reserved.

George Gad Economou

George Gad Economou holds a Master’s degree in Philosophy of Science and resides in Athens, Greece, doing freelance work whenever he can while searching for a new place to go. His novella, Letters to S., was published in Storylandia Issue 30 and his short stories and poems have appeared in literary magazines, such as Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Chamber Magazine, The Edge of Humanity Magazine, The Rye Whiskey Review, and Modern Drunkard Magazine. His first poetry collection, Bourbon Bottles and Broken Beds, was published by Adelaide Books in 2021.