Moss Piglet Submissions for the November 2025 Issue - Cut Ups

 I submitted one work for the November 2025 Moss Piglet Issue - Cut Ups:

Cut Up poems are works where you take sentences from a prior written work, then put them together to create a new work. I decided to grab phrases from all of the work I'd had published by Moss Piglet, then weave them into a new work. Not quite a pure Cut Up, but close enough for my liking!

(For bonus points, find the phrases in my published works. You can use Blogger entries ('cause everything is here) or, if you are of a mind to subscribe to Moss Piglet and purchase back issues, you can do it that way too).

A Year’s-Long Stitched-Up Dream

A dream. It must have been a dream. Had there been a preternatural moon on a serendipitous night? Because what I experienced felt so real, but when I say it aloud it sounds like pure gibberish! 

It started with a catenary grin, absent a cat (grin without cat, a curious sight!) that began to twist and twirl into a swirling maelstrom, unsettled, uncertain, one tendril of which was the path of an insect that landed on my nose! Staring at me was this bee! And then it said, “I know how to be a hero in seventeen easy steps. And without all the messy parenting. Wanna try? That bird appears to be a recovering addict who’s barely holding it together. Go be a hero. Or at least be charming.”

I approached the bird, who was muttering over and over again, “The Right Whale was never the right whale.” I had to ask, “So it was the wrong whale?” It shot me a look. “Do as you will to please yourself but do so without me.” “I’m just improving the quality of life, one item at a time.”, replied I. “Did she make you come over here?” “Did she make me? No.”

The bird morphed into an embarrassed frog, who’s gun belt slid off its nonexistent waist and landed heavily on the ground. I found myself thinking that this is the reason why frogs didn’t do well in the Rootin’ Tootin’ Gun-Shootin’ Wild West. It looked up at me, “Can you help me?” I didn’t know how to respond. Yes, No, Maybe - I didn’t know. As I thought, she introduced herself as Eve. It was only when Eve’s landlord got involved that things got uncomfortable and I began to run. A booming voice shouted, I’m bringing the future of the past to the here and now! 

And that’s when I think I woke up with that voice echoing in my head. But it felt so real and impactful! And to be honest, it feels like the impacts are still being revealed.