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 10/06/21

Just Take It Easy, I’m Here To Help

Just take it easy, I’m here to help
Your eyes gifting sight, I’ll carve those out
Your cries go hoarse, and soon sound dim

Your feet that trekked, and took you far
From womb to grave, I’ll chop those off
Just take it easy, I’m here to help

And then your hands, that built that house
Through constant work, I’ll grind them down
Your pointless screams, will soon go hoarse

For that brave heart, which saw you through
Times that wore, I’ll dig that out
Just take it easy, I’m here to help

That brain of yours, that figured out
The best way forward, I’ll dice that up
Your shouts and pleas, will soon sound dim

There’s no other way, for you to ascend
Your voice now hoarse, will soon sound dim
Just take it easy, I’m here to help

©2021 Todd Sullivan All rights reserved.

Todd Sullivan

Todd Sullivan currently lives in Taipei, Taiwan, where he teaches English as a Second Language. He has had more than two dozen short stories, poems, and novelettes published across five countries. He currently has two book series through indie publishers in America. He wrote for a local web and play series in Taipei in 2020. He hosts a YouTube Channel that interviews writers across the publishing spectrum.