Featured poet: Peter Kaczmarczyk

Good morning, and welcome to another Feature Friday! Today is Peter Kaczmarczyk, a good friend and incredibly talented poet with three exceptional books under his belt; he was also a large contributor to both anthologies I released, one in October and the other in January. I’m thrilled to share five pieces from his most recent release, Could Have Gotten A Cat below, and strongly encourage you to grab a copy. It’s a great read, with wonderful photos from Lisa Kaczmarczyk.

Fat Shame A Cat

It’s okay to fat shame a cat

Helps keep him in his place

I do it almost every day

Even poke him in the belly

By the time he manages to react

I have pulled away

I will not bleed today

My vet covers his ears when saying

‘it’s diet time, he must lose weight’

My girlfriend insists he is just big boned

Takes issue with my unkind words

Just as she doesn’t like my calling

Her chihuahua a cat toy

But I will not be deterred

It feels good to fat shame my cat

All he does is look at me strange

Then amble to his food and stuff his face

Then turns his belly to the sky

Taunting me to again try

To poke at his great overflowing mass

Just the Cat

From across the house I heard it

‘It’s just the cat’ I told myself

As I turned over and tried to sleep again

Repeating my mantra like counting sheep

‘There is no such thing as ghosts’

It was always my rationale for

The disturbing sounds and mysterious growls

That all too often echoed through the night

Still, I lay awake, tried to ignore the fact

That the cat had passed away last week

Dreams

The cat, stalking, peered through the leaves,

its butt twitching sharply,

his dreams and desires were not to be denied.

Across the room the human sat, statue still,

his attention rapt upon a book

filled with human dreams.

He was unaware that his fate was already sealed.

The human had no time to react as the cat leapt,

ravenous, flew through the air, his claws extended.

The human gasped, his book knocked aside,

tumbling to the ground as the feline crashed upon his lap.

“Seriously, Milo, was that necessary, you could have just asked?

No need to pretend to be a leopard with me the prey.

Hold still you silly beast, now you get what you deserve.

let me scratch your chin and rub your belly.”

Aftermath

You don’t touch me in the same way anymore

You still call me to your side

Run your hand through my hair

Bring out my contented sounds

But there is a distance now

Your eyes wander

You stop your strokes till I nudge you

Start again but after a few moments

Your hand fades away

You still call my name in the night

When I am lost or confused

Trapped in my own terrors

But now you too toss and turn

Nothing I do calms you

I stare raptly through the window

Watch the birds chitter as they hop and soar

I dream of being able to fly

You used to sit with me

Share in my fantasies

Now you stare only at the screen

As you did that night when reds and blues flashed by

I don’t believe you think you can fly anymore

You sigh now not out of contentment but from pain

I will still rub your leg

Purr when you move in the night

I may not understand your world

But I know that you are sad

I’ll always come when you call

You will always be my human

Potpourri

Her apartment smelled of death

The death of hope

The death of dreams

Mixed together with

The sickening scent

Of cheap potpourri

A cat rubbed his leg

Meowed, wondered

Where she’d gone

Not knowing

She was never coming home

She had died

A junkie’s death

Strung out on

The need for feelings

That would never

Come to her again

Peter is a lifelong writer who only began to seriously pursue poetry in the last few years.

Raised in Massachusetts, Peter was willing to leave the comfort of Red Sox country when he learned there were Dunkin Donuts in Indiana.

His writing is assisted by cats, who think they can do better than him by walking across the keyboard. Sometimes they do.

Peter’s work has been included in over 70 journals and anthologies and he has published three chapbooks.

He is co-creator of the Captain Janeway statue in Bloomington, Indiana.

You can find Peter’s latest book here https://a.co/d/5UtWZbw his previous releases are also available on Amazon and I strongly encourage you to check them out.

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