Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 01/12/22

Kid Sinister

You were a manic, frantic polyglot.
A sure shot in the parking lot.
Making sure the cops were not within
ear-shot as the deals went down.

You were a hundred-watt bulb in a
forty-watt socket.
You were the vapor trail fading from a hastily-launched rocket.
An alchemical explosion when lava meets the ocean and
that bigger than life sizzle going skyward.

We loved your unhinged ways,
The smoke you caused and those sudden flames.
The passionate action of earlier days when you held a match
to the stick of dynamite that threatened to blow us all away forever.

Β©2022 Kevin M. Hibshman All rights reserved.

Kevin M. Hibshman

Kevin M. Hibshman has had his poetry, prose, reviews, and collages published around the world. Most recently in Punk Noir Magazine, Rye Whiskey Review, Piker Press, The Crossroads, Drinkers Only, 1870, Synchronized Chaos, Yellow Mama, Unlikely Stories Mark V, Literary Yard, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and Medusa’s Kitchen.

He has edited his own poetry journal, FEARLESS for the past thirty years. He has authored sixteen chapbooks, including Incessant Shining (2011, Alternating Current Press). He received a BA in Liberal Arts from Union University/Vermont College in 2016. A new book, Just Another Small Town Story is available now from Whiskey City Press.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writers, Nov. 2021

November reminds me of family. The Great Feast. The best part was my Nanny’s shrimp stuffed mirlitons (Chayote, the unofficial squash of New Orleans) I try to make them at home every year in her honor, but never quite hit the mark. Her name was Aunt Mary Jane, but she helped raise me, my cousins, and also our parents when they were young. Then our kids when they eventually came as well. So everyone called her Nanny. She simply called us Heart, we all had one collective name. Whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever you’re celebrating this month/week/day or this very minute, love each other. Because we all have one collective name, Human. These moments and memories are all we really own in the end. Unless death goes digital.

Okay, enough squishiness, back to the business at hand. Y’all know what time it is! Below is this month’s lineup, and if you’d like to submit I’m about to start reading for February. Send 1-3 poems to with a bio and author photo. No simultaneous submissions, please. Still not taking manuscripts, but keep your eyes peeled for our next release, Somniloquy & Trauma in the Knottseau Well by Tim Heerdink! More info coming soon, awaiting the proofs.

Write On,

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writers, November 2021

My Left Sock
by Aleathia Drehmer

Nowhere and Capitalism
by AK Cola

3 Modern Haiku/Senryu
by Lori A Minor

Frailty’s Baggage – Dreaming of Jim Morrison
by Theresa Gaynord

3 Surreal Poems
by Joshua Martin

Ley Lines
by Ferris Jones

Jenny shoots up
by Emalisa Rose

Breakfast at Lucile’s
by Robert Cooperman

No TB – Please
by Hugh Blanton

A Bowerbird Implodes Above the Bank of Whys
by Jake Sheff

In The Fog
by Evie Groch

morning in new york
by Emma Geller

by Joan McNerney

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 06/28/21

Deep-fried Daffodils

When your friend says, β€œYa know,
it’s like your past-life karma got you
reincarnated into the actual fan the shit hits,”
then cracks up through her tonic bubbles,
lime shining sparkles through the glass,
it’s the kind of thing that may make
a person who didn’t understand
get hurt. Maybe even cry.

Not me. I get the joke.
Friends get a license
to say stuff like that.
Especially ones from Kentucky,
where we deep-fry daffodils
and dress up grit with earrings,

where the moon lights
soft through punches,
and words become
by tone.
From her, those just mean love.
Plus, she’s who scrapes it off.

Β©2021 Sarah Mackey Kirby All rights reserved.

Sarah Mackey Kirby

Sarah Mackey Kirby is a Kentucky poet and writer. Her first poetry collection, The Taste of Your Music (Impspired), was published in 2021. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Chiron Review, Ploughshares, Punk Noir, Muddy River Poetry Review, and elsewhere. She says, “folks” and “y’all” a lot.