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rape education two, by Janet Kuypers
I told a friend
that I worked for
acquaintance rape action groups
she confided in me
told me that she was raped
when she was sixteen
you see, it went like this:
her boyfriend was 23
she was just in high school
and she was drunk
and she didn’t know what to do
and all I could think
was that more and more people
are telling me
stories like this
amazing how, by John Alan Douglas
amazing how
when one has a few reverses in life
and worse comes to worse
how much of your life
can be put
into one little
room
rape education one, by Janet Kuypers
I sat in on a seminar
being held at a university
about acquaintance rape
when the woman behind the podium
asked if there were any other questions,
a woman raised her hand
she was a pretty woman
she asked what a woman
could do through the university
to prosecute the man
she sounded tough
she sounded professional
and the woman behind the podium
asked if this woman was raped
and she said yes
and the woman behind the podium
empathized with her,
told her she was raped
when she was thirteen
told her that she could tell this
certain department at the university
and they would bring a hearing on him
and then the woman behind the podium
asked, well, if you don’t mind my asking,
when did this happen to you
and by the tone of the woman’s voice
she was so calm so collected
I expected her to say
a few years ago
and her response was
six days ago
now, I know the healing process for rape
I’ve studied it in books
first there’s denial, then anger, fear
some of these steps last for years
and here was this woman
so calm so collected
to tough so professional
and I just knew
that one day
all of her defenses would fall
and it would all hit her
and she would fall
apart
I felt like her mother
she was my baby
and I wanted to deliver her
from the pain
but there was nothing I could do
I felt so helpless
nothing I could have taught her
would prepare her for this
untitled, by Paul Weinman
Mom wanders her words
in cautious attempts
at putting faces to events
while dad applauds contestants
as they answer daytime
questions. Did you know
that one? She sometimes
asks.
games, by Janet Kuypers
They put in the tape
when dad comes home
from playing cards.
Concentration, Password,
Shop til you Drop...
and when they get to
Wheel of Fortune, mom
has to be quiet when she
knows the puzzle, dad
gets mad when she blurts
it out. How the hell was
I supposed to know that,
he yells.
Quite Short
Stories, by Mary Winters
A shabby but spunky little rowboat,
was left sprawled in awkward positions
on a hummock in Cape Cod Bay
after each high tide;
finally its mooring line broke
but its owner had forgotten about it.
Ann’s “Lost Years” as a college dropout
were most rewarding but after
she finished school she knew she had
come perilously close to
“staying too long at the fair”;
she prayed in her thirties for
home ownership but then again
in her forties for some magic.
There may - or may not be -
lots of good - maybe bad -
reasons we lie down:
sliding onto fresh sheets with a
delectable lover, getting that
long-overdue physical exam,
drifting off to sleep after a
pleasantly tiring day at work,
or, of course, because we are dead.
Just the tiniest little clink of
wo gold bracelets falling together
at her wrist reminded him that
a woman was present; he jumped.
expectation, by Bobbie Whitehead
He tells me I have no wrinkles.
I’m supposed to smile, then flip my hair
like I’ve received a diamond pendant
or something that meakes me special in his eyes.
But my mind’s eye sees his condolences
as thin as strips of paper that he places
over a mached mannequin he expects to fuck.
Up my ass with a two-inch double-edged
sword, I can no longer accept these
rag doll gifts - what does he expect
me to say? As if the only reason I
live is for the skin on my face.
remain, by C. C. Russel
She’s dressed herself
up like a woman
today.
Her first feel
of oily
lipstick
smeared across
lips still unkissed.
She tags a little
behind
her big sister,
swinging her womanly
purse in girlish circles
above her
head.
death, by Janet Kuypers
when he was a child, a little boy, he
would walk through the living room
over and over again
he would see the book on the shelf
a science book, a volume
from a set: a book about
how the world works
once he looked though the pages
found a drawing about the life
of planet earth, how it was
formed, how eventually the
temperature would rise, all life
on earth would eventually die
and reading that it was
millions of years away didn’t help
with the fear, the instant panic:
so he took the book, hid the
one volume from the rest,
so he wouldn’t have to see it
when he walked through his
own living room
the words of the psycho janitor from the fourth floor, by C. C. Russel
“My brother took a
.357 magnum,
hollow-point rounds,
to his head last week.
He lived
for eight hours
afterwards,
just long enough
for me
to say goodbye.”
He shrugs
and gies back
to sweeping.
Sometimes he spits
out the window
just to watch it fall.
in the garden, by C ra McGuirt
you are 36 minutes
late.
i lift my arms
in mute appeal
to my wall.
it really doesn’t
matter
does it?
i have my cup of
poison
to keep me
company
necessary hell, by Todd Kalinski
take spoken truth
wrap it in plastic
better it with cueballs
& leather razor straps
prop it between bookends
point to it with battered sticks
creating for its own sake
one life & one love
i can faintly call my own
for the simple necessary hell of it.
excerpt from Wedding Poem for Brother Bob, by Bruce Curley
And I remember, Brother
those days
at Holy Angels Grade School
when we watched
for hours
The Cross of Christ
and The Flag of Our Country
and we heard Mother Superior say
President Kennedy had just been shot
so we all said a Rosary together
and went home holding hands
because something terrible and adult
had just intruded
into our innocent lives.
some are soft and fluttery, by Wayne Hogan
Death comes at
us in the wind, from
many different directions,
not just the four we
know. And it comes with
different sounds behind it.
Some are soft and fluttery
sounds, like a lone Monarch
butterfly just leaving for
its summer home in Mexico.
Others are loud and blustery
sounds, like a herd of wild
mustangs rampaging down
a deep arroyo out in Montana.
Then there are those sounds
that hum and purr, like a
tiny fan put on a nearby
nightstand to keep the silence
out so we can sleep undisturbed.
And we do, downwind to death.
bananas and biscuits, by Tom Caufield
sunday i am in line at the
local walmart, buying some
cat litter sonce one of
ours has the shits plus
i pick up some detergent
since i remembered we
were out and some gatorade
the woman in front of me
in line was japanese swaying
and she has a cart full of
biscuits and bananas:
five four-packs of biscuits
that go for $1.19 each and
six bunches of bananas
(four or five to a bunch)
i want to ask her what she
is going to do with all
those biscuits and bananas
but something tells me
that i shouldn’t sh pays
the cashier and then i
do likewise, walk on
out
to the parking lot, realize
that i have lost my car;
start to wander aimlessly,
hoping to bump into it i
lose track and i’m thinking
biscuits and bananas,
biscuits and bananas, oh
there’s the car, i get in,
start it up and drive on
home with my gatorade,
cat litter and detergent.
mystery, by Britt
I can’t explain it
but a clove of garlic
reminds me of you.
Not the aroma
but the slender firmness
of it
when I peel
back the dry
skin.
walking with you (2/18/94), by Janet Kuypers
It’s springtime again
and here we are,
picking flowers from neighbor’s yards
at three a.m.
it’s still a little cold
it’s still only April
as the wind rushes through our clothes
hands clasped walking in stride
lilly of the valley,
tulips, daffodils
it’s a beautiful wind
the rotate slowly, by Todd Kalinski
obviously,
if it isn’t about
Power, Prestige of Fame,
then it must be the bulldozers
shovelling more of what
you’re trying to avoid,
like man & penis,
back into your life.
Swine. Generous Democrats, by Mary Winters
Special fun you and son have: “The Proud Pig Song.”
Five verses you crafted, an admiring paean to snouts, curly tails,
and the lots of great animal in between.
As smart as dogs, although they’re hogs; gusto their middle name,
close to Mother Earth, and appreciative of her bounty. (Chorus)
Proud, maybe, but naive sacrificers...dogs the craftier,
cats the craftiest in cementing domestication, cats’ deal
not yet calling for a loss of dignity.
Your favorite pig quality: a truly glamorous breadth of spirit.
They set a worthy example. Their blind joy in eating says
embrace all experience; quantity may be important.
Your perpetual emphasis on discernment, discrimination -
really, where does it get you but miserable, since
this is by no means the best of all possible worlds.
You are a snob; pigs are not, and rightly proud of it. ...
so you and son say, crunching bacon.
untitled, by Paul Weinman
Short linoleum sounds
of her slippers take mom
from sink to stove to
fridge making count
for how many ice cream
boxes stocked more than
ever before and dad
opens the door to check
the types she calls out
making sure there will
be enough for you never
can tell when you’ll need
them.
ice cream, by Janet Kuypers
I open the ice box door
and look through ot make
sure we have enough. Dad
gets so angry when his
dove bars are gone, I have
to make sure there is
enough for him. He likes
that neopolitan kind,
too... and mint chocolate
chip. And the kids keep
eating it, so I stock up
when it is on sale. You’ll
never know when you’re
out.
rape education three, by Janet Kuypers
I told a friend
that I worked for
acquaintance rape action groups
she told me she tried
to start a group of her own
at her college
her catholic college
and they told her she wasn’t allowed
to do it
because acquaintance rape
is not a problem
here
she tried to write an article
about it for her paper
they wouldn’t print it
what else was she supposed to do
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Nick DiSpoldo, Small Press Review (on “Children, Churches and Daddies,” April 1997)
Kuypers is the widely-published poet of particular perspectives and not a little existential rage, but she does not impose her personal or artistic agenda on her magazine. CC+D is a provocative potpourri of news stories, poetry, humor, art and the “dirty underwear” of politics.
One piece in this issue is “Crazy,” an interview Kuypers conducted with “Madeline,” a murderess who was found insane, and is confined to West Virginia’s Arronsville Correctional Center. Madeline, whose elevator definitely doesn’t go to the top, killed her boyfriend during sex with an ice pick and a chef’s knife, far surpassing the butchery of Elena Bobbitt. Madeline, herself covered with blood, sat beside her lover’s remains for three days, talking to herself, and that is how the police found her. For effect, Kuypers publishes Madeline’s monologue in different-sized type, and the result is something between a sense of Dali’s surrealism and Kafka-like craziness.
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Debra Purdy Kong, writer, British Columbia, Canada
I like the magazine a lot. I like the spacious lay-out and the different coloured pages and the variety of writer’s styles. Too many literary magazines read as if everyone graduated from the same course. We need to collect more voices like these and send them everywhere.
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Ed Hamilton, writer
#85 (of Children, Churches and Daddies) turned out well. I really enjoyed the humor section, especially the test score answers. And, the cup-holder story is hilarious. I’m not a big fan of poetry - since much of it is so hard to decipher - but I was impressed by the work here, which tends toward the straightforward and unpretentious.
As for the fiction, the piece by Anderson is quite perceptive: I liked the way the self-deluding situation of the character is gradually, subtly revealed. (Kuypers’) story is good too: the way it switches narrative perspective via the letter device is a nice touch.
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Jim Maddocks, GLASGOW, via the Internet
I’ll be totally honest, of the material in Issue (either 83 or 86 of Children, Churches and Daddies) the only ones I really took to were Kuypers’. TRYING was so simple but most truths are, aren’t they?
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C Ra McGuirt, Editor, The Penny Dreadful Review (on Children, Churches and Daddies)
CC&D is obviously a labor of love ... I just have to smile when I go through it. (Janet Kuypers) uses her space and her poets to best effect, and the illos attest to her skill as a graphic artist.
I really like (“Writing Your Name”). It’s one of those kind of things where your eye isn’t exactly pulled along, but falls effortlessly down the poem.
I liked “knowledge” for its mix of disgust and acceptance. Janet Kuypers does good little movies, by which I mean her stuff provokes moving imagery for me. Color, no dialogue; the voice of the poem is the narrator over the film.
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Mark Blickley, writer
The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. “Scars” is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing her book.
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* To show the MIT Food Service that there is a large community of vegetarians at MIT (and other health-conscious people) whom they are alienating with current menus, and to give positive suggestions for change.
* To exchange recipes and names of Boston area veg restaurants
* To provide a resource to people seeking communal vegetarian cooking
* To provide an option for vegetarian freshmen
We also have a discussion group for all issues related to vegetarianism, which currently has about 150 members, many of whom are outside the Boston area. The group is focusing more toward outreach and evolving from what it has been in years past. We welcome new members, as well as the opportunity to inform people about the benefits of vegetarianism, to our health, the environment, animal welfare, and a variety of other issues.
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Gary, Editor, The Road Out of Town (on the Children, Churches and Daddies Web Site)
I just checked out the site. It looks great.
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Dusty Dog Reviews: These poems document a very complicated internal response to the feminine side of social existence. And as the book proceeds the poems become increasingly psychologically complex and, ultimately, fascinating and genuinely rewarding.
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John Sweet, writer (on chapbook designs)
Visuals were awesome. They’ve got a nice enigmatic quality to them. Front cover reminds me of the Roman sculptures of angels from way back when. Loved the staggered tire lettering, too. Way cool.
(on “Hope Chest in the Attic”)
Some excellent writing in “Hope Chest in the Attic.” I thought “Children, Churches and Daddies” and “The Room of the Rape” were particularly powerful pieces.
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C Ra McGuirt, Editor, The Penny Dreadful Review: CC&D is obviously a labor of love ... I just have to smile when I go through it. (Janet Kuypers) uses her space and her poets to best effect, and the illos attest to her skill as a graphic artist.
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Cheryl Townsend, Editor, Impetus (on Children, Churches and Daddies)
The new CC&D looks absolutely amazing. It’s a wonderful lay-out, looks really professional - all you need is the glossy pages. Truly impressive AND the calendar, too. Can’t wait to actually start reading all the stuff inside.. Wanted to just say, it looks good so far!!!
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Dusty Dog Reviews: She opens with a poem of her own devising, which has that wintry atmosphere demonstrated in the movie version of Boris Pasternak’s Doctor Zhivago. The atmosphere of wintry white and cold, gloriously murderous cold, stark raging cold, numbing and brutalizing cold, appears almost as a character who announces to his audience, “Wisdom occurs only after a laboriously magnificent disappointment.” Alas, that our Dusty Dog for mat cannot do justice to Ms. Kuypers’ very personal layering of her poem across the page.
Fithian Press, Santa Barbara, CA
Indeed, there’s a healthy balance here between wit and dark vision, romance and reality, just as there’s a good balance between words and graphics. The work shows brave self-exploration, and serves as a reminder of mortality and the fragile beauty of friendship.
Mark Blickley, writer
The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. “Scars” is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing her book.
You Have to be Published to be Appreciated.
Do you want to be heard? Contact Children, Churches and Daddies about book or chapbook publishing. These reviews can be yours. Scars Publications, attention J. Kuypers. We’re only an e-mail away. Write to us.
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Brian B. Braddock, Writer (on 1996 Children, Churches and Daddies)
I passed on a copy to my brother who is the director of the St. Camillus AIDS programs. We found (Children, Churches and Daddies’) obvious dedication along this line admirable.
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Brian B. Braddock, Writer (on 1996 Children, Churches and Daddies)
I passed on a copy to my brother who is the director of the St. Camillus AIDS programs. We found (Children, Churches and Daddies’) obvious dedication along this line admirable.
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Dorrance Publishing Co., Pittsburgh, PA
“Hope Chest in the Attic” captures the complexity of human nature and reveals startling yet profound discernments about the travesties that surge through the course of life. This collection of poetry, prose and artwork reflects sensitivity toward feminist issues concerning abuse, sexism and equality. It also probes the emotional torrent that people may experience as a reaction to the delicate topics of death, love and family.
“Chain Smoking” depicts the emotional distress that afflicted a friend while he struggled to clarify his sexual ambiguity. Not only does this thought-provoking profile address the plight that homosexuals face in a homophobic society, it also characterizes the essence of friendship. “The room of the rape” is a passionate representation of the suffering rape victims experience. Vivid descriptions, rich symbolism, and candid expressions paint a shocking portrait of victory over the gripping fear that consumes the soul after a painful exploitation.
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Paul Weinman, Writer (on 1996 Children, Churches and Daddies)
Wonderful new direction (Children, Churches and Daddies has) taken - great articles, etc. (especially those on AIDS). Great stories - all sorts of hot info!
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Okay, nilla wafer. Listen up and listen good. How to save your life. Submit, or I’ll have to kill you.
Okay, it’s this simple: send me published or unpublished poetry, prose or art work (do not send originals), along with a bio, to us - then sit around and wait... Pretty soon you’ll hear from the happy people at cc&d that says (a) Your work sucks, or (b) This is fancy crap, and we’re gonna print it. It’s that simple!
Okay, butt-munch. Tough guy. This is how to win the editors over.
Hope Chest in the Attic is a 200 page, perfect-bound book of 13 years of poetry, prose and art by Janet Kuypers. It’s a really classy thing, if you know what I mean. We also have a few extra sopies of the 1999 book “Rinse and Repeat”, the 2001 book “Survive and Thrive”, the 2001 books “Torture and Triumph” and “(no so) Warm and Fuzzy”,
which all have issues of cc&d crammed into one book. And you can have either one of these things at just five bucks a pop if you just contact us and tell us you saw this ad space. It’s an offer you can’t refuse...
Carlton Press, New York, NY: HOPE CHEST IN THE ATTIC is a collection of well-fashioned, often elegant poems and short prose that deals in many instances, with the most mysterious and awesome of human experiences: love... Janet Kuypers draws from a vast range of experiences and transforms thoughts into lyrical and succinct verse... Recommended as poetic fare that will titillate the palate in its imagery and imaginative creations.
Mark Blickley, writer: The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. “Scars” is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing the book.
You Have to be Published to be Appreciated.
Do you want to be heard? Contact Children, Churches and Daddies about book and chapbook publishing. These reviews can be yours. Scars Publications, attention J. Kuypers - you can write for yourself or you can write for an audience. It’s your call...
Dorrance Publishing Co., Pittsburgh, PA: “Hope Chest in the Attic” captures the complexity of human nature and reveals startling yet profound discernments about the travesties that surge through the course of life. This collection of poetry, prose and artwork reflects sensitivity toward feminist issues concerning abuse, sexism and equality. It also probes the emotional torrent that people may experience as a reaction to the delicate topics of death, love and family. “Chain Smoking” depicts the emotional distress that afflicted a friend while he struggled to clarify his sexual ambiguity. Not only does this thought-provoking profile address the plight that homosexuals face in a homophobic society, it also characterizes the essence of friendship. “The room of the rape” is a passionate representation of the suffering rape victims experience. Vivid descriptions, rich symbolism, and candid expressions paint a shocking portrait of victory over the gripping fear that consumes the soul after a painful exploitation.
Dusty Dog Reviews, CA (on knife): These poems document a very complicated internal response to the feminine side of social existence. And as the book proceeds the poems become increasingly psychologically complex and, ultimately, fascinating and genuinely rewarding.
Children, Churches and Daddies. It speaks for itself.
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Dusty Dog Reviews (on Without You): She open with a poem of her own devising, which has that wintry atmosphere demonstrated in the movie version of Boris Pasternak’s Doctor Zhivago. The atmosphere of wintry white and cold, gloriously murderous cold, stark raging cold, numbing and brutalizing cold, appears almost as a character who announces to his audience, “Wisdom occurs only after a laboriously magnificent disappointment.” Alas, that our Dusty Dog for mat cannot do justice to Ms. Kuypers’ very personal layering of her poem across the page.
Children, Churches and Daddies. It speaks for itself.
Debra Purdy Kong, writer, British Columbia, Canada (on Children, Churches and Daddies): I like the magazine a lot. I like the spacious lay-out and the different coloured pages and the variety of writer’s styles. Too many literary magazines read as if everyone graduated from the same course. We need to collect more voices like these and send them everywhere.
Fithian Press, Santa Barbara, CA: Indeed, there’s a healthy balance here between wit and dark vision, romance and reality, just as there’s a good balance between words and graphics. The work shows brave self-exploration, and serves as a reminder of mortality and the fragile beauty of friendship.
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