Codename: Oral

January 26th, 2012 § 0 comments § permalink

After a long “material hiatus” we are coming back with a new issue of The M&P, but not with some run-of-the-paper-mill magazine. Oh no, we’re going aw-dee-oh!

Audio Trailer – Peformed Live by Managing Editor Jeff Blackman – In/Words Reading Series, Clocktower Brew Pub, January 25, 2012 (Open me in a new tab)

The Moose & Pussy #8 (Codename: Oral) features poetry and song from sexy guys & gals, Ottawa-local and international. Contributors include Ottawa locals and folks from far away we’ve never met but we still love. Some contributors you’ve heard before if you’ve explored our poetry section and some are just surprises you’ll have to wait to hear. Tracks are being remastered and rubbed down with love by our sound engineer, and artists are busy scribbling liner art

Oral drops Febraury 29 at VERSeFest and will be available for order online (either as a digital album or CD with bonus chapbook). Follow @mooseandpussy on Twitter for previews and other updates.

In other news, we’re proud to co-presenting a reading at VERSeFest this year along with In/Words Magazine & Press. They will be featuring former M&P editor Rachael Simpson and we shall be featuring poet and novelist Christian McPherson. Feature articles on these two gracious poets will appear over the next couple weeks. You should probably just follow @versefest while your at it.

Date night with Dax Caslon & Pepper Medley

December 15th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

In this review: The Berryman Pub, 478 Bank, $5.99/lb on Wednesdays; Durex PleasureMax, $15.99/24, on sale)

Is there anything sexier than wing night? You and someone you love, devouring the limbs of so many birds, completely comfortable to ask, “Do I got wing on my face?”

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The Frosty Snatcher

December 6th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

By Nadya Nadhim

I arrived to Canada from the Middle East atop a flying camel that exchanges flight time for sex, in hopes of finding a home for myself and my writing. (The camel, in the meantime, is trying to pursue a career in the adult film industry).

‘Natalie! Help!’

Natalie hears his cry barely audible over her moaning and the squeals of a shiny, green, stuffed dinosaur. She runs downstairs through the kitchen door into the garage to find her husband attached to a snowman, by his penis, again. » Read the rest of this entry «

Memo to Pro-Lifers

November 25th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

“Memo to Pro-Lifers” by Peter Gibbon (Left-click to Play; right-click to save)

I miss Atlantis
where a job was professional

on Sunday afternoons
you spent more time in orphanages

than subverting pro-birth
control agendas

an age of majority sex trade
poor Noam Chomsky had ample time for his family

sex was clean
doctors wouldn’t have to wear iron vests

Peter Gibbon is a Canadian English teacher working and writing in Seoul, South Korea. His current projects include: a collabo-poem with Jeff Blackman; a longpoem about travel; watching all the best documentaries on “best of” film lists; being a good human being [ongoing].

Gays on Wheels

October 27th, 2011 § 1 comment § permalink

Like the urinal, the car is the great equaliser. Just as the urinal brings the CEO down to the level of the lowly worker in the act of publicly emptying his bladder, the car is a dream machine within the reach of all. (Dmetri Kakmi, Melbourne.)

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The come in commission, the O in omission…

October 17th, 2011 § 1 comment § permalink

Arched Angel by Pearl Pirie (Left-click to play; right-click to save .mp3)

the come in commission
the o in omission, the miss
in missionary bucked off.
her nebula garter slipped
from her cumulous thigh.
overhear the low chuckle
as she lets herself fall,
relief earned after all that
lip-bitten harp plucking,
her throat letting fly
gasps out to god,
glory glory glory.
sunset,
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I want to learn Greek – alpha and omega and crazy eights – and spell it out with my hips.

October 5th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

“Wanderlust” by Alice Shindelar (Left-click to play; right-click to save)

It’s another gray Sunday
and you’ve just left me raw,
exhausted,
and too full.

My feet itch.

I’m looking at my book of places and all I want to do is to go.
Each page I flip
is a place I haven’t been to yet,
a sight that hasn’t filled my eyes
with contented wonder and awe yet,
a scent that hasn’t teased and tantalized my pheromones yet.

I want to lay my hands all over this earth.

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CONTEST EXTENDED to DEC 1ST

October 3rd, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

Due to a lack of promotion on our part, we did not get as many submissions as we’d anticipated (ie not exceeding our fingers & toes). So we’re extending our short story contest deadline to December 1st
     As an olive branch to those who already submitted (you know who you are), you may submit a second piece. However, heed this advice: go to Literotica.com and read three random stories. If they At All remind you of your submission, consider writing something different. We like different. There’s enough porn online that we don’t need to publish anymore. We’re here to arouse the brain and bits.

For more details please see CONTESTS on the sidebar or click here.

Fuck Me Till My Knees Crack

September 25th, 2011 § 1 comment § permalink

Time Destroys All Things by Alice Shindelar (Left-click to Play; Right-click to Save).

Time is never on our side, baby.
So just before the sun breaks,
let’s spin, counterclockwise.
With each turn we’ll rob this world of angular momentum,
steal seconds back from the clock
to lengthen this night.

And when we fail to fight off sunrise -
because believe me baby, we will -
pull shut the curtains defeated by morning light.
Turn night twitches into heavy caresses.
Coax open dewy buds.

Then fuck me till my knees crack
and you collapse on my sweaty back.

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Pete Likes Jesslyn

September 21st, 2011 § 1 comment § permalink

Graduate students in Korea and poets in Ottawa are as common as house flies. But Peter Gibbon is a friend and Jesslyn Delia Smith is headlining her first reading this Friday at The Carleton Tavern (7pm, 223 Armstrong Street, Ottawa, by the dedicated folk at Span-O). You should totally come so there are more people than flies in the private attic the Tavern provides. #hipsterpoetscum

do you think we wouldn’t give this stuff a chance if we didn’t know her, or if in/words hadn’t published her already?

Pete asked me this in January while preparing his review of Rescue Poems (In/Words, 2011) ultimately titled “What I like about Jesslyn Delia Smith,” and ultimately subtitled “A survey of her poetry.” Cue the Jurassic Park Music. To Pete’s question I tartly replied:
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