Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 09/13/21

House on Fire

The heroin Junkies
Like bite sized slices of death
To escape the pain of life
And the meth-heads like
Rocket fuel to the brain
To imagine a world
Better than the one that is
And there is the pot head
Creating a hazy space
Of zen
To escape the chaos
And the alcoholic
Embracing pain while numb
And then there are the abstracts
Who get high on art, poetry
Fiction and the movies
Escaping through their own
Imagination and will
I understand them all
It is those others who
Reading this, think themselves
Superior to the rest
Those that mainline reality
And revel in a world
Where those that have it all
Eat the bones of those not
Fortunate enough to
Be born with that silver spoon
It is those, well adjusted
Inheritors of this
House on fire that I have
No warmth in my heart for.

©2021 Jesse James Kennedy All rights reserved.

Jesse James Kennedy

Jesse James Kennedy is an American novelist and poet born in St. Louis Missouri. After a brief stint in the Army, he spent a good decade running wild, reading, and sharpening his writing skills. His first novel, Missouri Homegrown, was published by Perfect Crime Books to strong national reviews from Publishers Weekly: “Kennedy shows some impressive story telling chops in this high-action, heavy-body-count page turner… Not for the faint of heart.” And Booklist: “Fast-moving, wildly violent… Kennedy’s novel is vivid and rich in character,” and was nominated for the best novel by a debut author award by the National Thriller Writers. His second novel, Tijuana Mean, was published by the same publisher and also received a great national review from Booklist: “Kennedy’s involvement with his material has deepened. In heightened language, he explores the odd bond between cops and criminals, the poisonous tension between father and son. There’s a sixties vibe, too, with LSD visions and the Grateful Dead on car radios. These are gripping, beautifully executed scenes.” And his third novel, Black Hills Reckoning was published in May of 2021. His poetry and fiction have appeared in House of Horrors 2, Lummox no. 9, and the international poetry compilation Yearnings. These days he can usually be found somewhere in the rural Midwest writing and consuming copious amounts of bottom shelf whiskey. All of his work is available on Amazon.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 07/02/21

I Hear All This

Ya know? I hear all this
Bitchin’ and moanin’
About how life is just
So damn fucked up.
The wife done up and left.
You’re probably better off
Without the worthless hag.
‘Course, she’s probably a lot
Better off without your old
Cantankerous deadbeat ass.
And fuck that shit about
Bein’ so everlastin’ poor.
Didja ever have any
Real money anyway?
If you been in the system
Long enough, you know
That all jobs truly suck
In some way or ‘nother.
All your friends are just
Fair weather friends.
No one around when you’re
Down and out or need help.
Long as you can reach
The bottle when you’re layin’
There on the cold floor with
That broken hip or two,
You’re doin’ all right.
But, for sure, it is a bitch,
Stuck there unable to move
And your damn dog decides to
Gnaw off a big toe.

©2021 Daniel S. Irwin All rights reserved.

Daniel S. Irwin

Daniel S. Irwin was born, raised, and is back in town at Sparta, Illinois. His card reads: Artist, Actor, Writer, Soldier, Scholar, Priest. He has won awards for his art, acting (over 100 films and 30+ stage productions), writing (nine books and work published in over one hundred magazines and journals world-wide), retired military (Air Force and Army), graduate of Southern Illinois University/Carbondale and has attended four other universities), and is an ordained Dudeist priest with a Ph.D. in Divinity (not bad for a heathen). Once worked as a medic in an institution for the criminally insane…but didn’t notice anything strange about the inmates. Latest on-line work can be found on Horror, Sleaze, Trash Magazine and Beatnik Cowboy. He would love to move back to Europe but fears the plague.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 04/14/21

The Lie

In school, teachers always said,
“Work hard, be honest and
You will succeed in life.”
Work hard and others take the credit.
Work hard and you’re kept in that
Low payin’, miserable job ’cause you work.
Work hard and get scraps tossed
At you as your reward.
Work hard, wear out, and die poor.
Be honest and you’re taken advantage of.
Hard working and honest, you’re
A target for bad women and conmen.
Work hard, be honest, be righteous
And Jesus don’t even care.
Next life, don’t take those lying bitches’
Words as gospel or guides for life.
Next life, look out for yourself.
Next life, be your own master.
The truth be told, nothing is so
Satisfying as burning a village.

©2021 Daniel S. Irwin All rights reserved.

Daniel S. Irwin was born, raised, and is back in town at Sparta, Illinois. His card reads: Artist, Actor, Writer, Soldier, Scholar, Priest. He has won awards for his art, acting (over 100 films and 30+ stage productions), writing (nine books and work published in over one hundred magazines and journals world-wide), retired military (Air Force and Army), graduate of Southern Illinois University/Carbondale and has attended four other universities), and is an ordained Dudeist priest with a Ph.D. in Divinity (not bad for a heathen). Once worked as a medic in an institution for the criminally insane…but didn’t notice anything strange about the inmates. Latest on-line work can be found on Horror, Sleaze, Trash Magazine and Beatnik Cowboy. He would love to move back to Europe but fears the plague.