Children, Churches and Daddies

still no answers, by Janet Kuypers

the parents refused to believe
that their son would kill himself.
it’s not like our son; he was not
a quitter. the police believed the
blood on his shirt was from an
act of violence he committed
just before he went into his own
garage and fell asleep. he wasn’t
willing to face the consequences
of his violent actions; maybe he
killed someone, maybe someone
would come forward and put him
in jail. no, no, his parents said,
there must be foul play here. and
they managed to have the case re
opened when they discovered only
trace amounts of carbon monoxide
in his blood stream. he was dead,
or dying, before he got to the
garage. the blood was probably
from a struggle he had in trying
to survive. this was murder,
made to look like suicide, but who
did this, is that their son’s blood
on his shirt, did he suffer, did
her even die while he was in his
own home? still no answers.

rosalee’s daughters, by larry blazek

Ex-girlfriend’s
younger sister waved
this chic young woman
seemed so glad to see me
if she’d been a hound dog
she’d have wagged her tail
stupidly, I greeted her
and just walked on
guess I’ve gone sour
on Rosalee’s daughters

“Here, take this.”, by michael estabrook

When I was 12 my Grandpa Fred
taught me an important lesson.
I had finished a little job for him,
I forget now, swept-up the boiler room,
stacked some newspapers or cans,
emptied the dumbwaiters. So he said,
“Here, take this,” handing me
a couple quarters, but I said no.
“Here, take this,” he said again, his hand
with the quarters in it stretched
out before me. I shook my head,
“No, no I can’t.”
“Here, take this,” he said one
more time, his arm getting heavy.
I said no one more time, and he said
“OK” and shoved the quarters
back down in his pocket.

Annul, by John Hayes

Did I kill him?
I tried,
I seized the weathered board
with its massive rusty nail.
My eyes flashed fire
I swung.
Was there a thud?
a quiver in the board?
Or had the bastard run?
Did he sneer
beyond my blur of anger?
I never saw him again.
Did he cease to be?
Does he fear me?
Either way, he’s gone from my life
isn’t he?
Tell me
isn’t he?

stalking me in the moonlight, by gary jurechka

Waking -
there are wolf tracks
circling in the snow
of my dreams

rebublican, by gabriel athens

I walked with you
and it seemed like we walked for hours
and it seemed strange
walking
trying to stretch the conversation
trying not to think
that you were not the one
when you jokingly pushed me
and I grabbed your arm
you pulled me back
and held me close
and I didn’t know what to think
I felt our hands together
and I didn’t know if it was right
and when we sat
in the park
I didn’t know what to expect
as we sat there
and talked
about the future
the past
and republicans
my mind was so confused about you
and when we sat in my room
I tried to think
about what I was doing
but I didn’t know
I didn’t know
if I was trying to get something
I didn’t want
I didn’t know
if I should bother
or if I just didn’t care

across the river, by mike lazarchuk

Wind wails through frozen fences
Girl friend reheats coffee
Shudders staring out the window
At the tattered acres
Of East St. Louis
The lights of the city
Across the river
Hears commotion at the neighbor’s
Through crappy thin roach infested walls
The sound of fist smashing face
Shoving shouting hysterical
The sound of breaking furniture
Wailing babies
3 pops like lady fingers exploding
The lump of her neighbor’s
Estranged husband hitting linoleum
As her heart winds up
Sniffing the coffee vapors
Hearing the wind fill with sirens
Thinking of funeral bills & hypocritical tear stains
Already agonizing over lost tomorrows
Feeling herself turning inward
Standing st the window
Trying to dream on

young priest, limping, by michael estabrook

“What happened to
your leg, Father?”
“Oh nothing,” he frowns,
rubbing one temple,
“I have a headache but how
would anyone know?”

no consequence, by Janet Kuypers

the average child,
watching the average
amount of television
in their lifetime
witnesses eight thousand
murders
by the time they leave
elementary school
by the time they are
eighteen years old,
they witness
two hundred thousand
acts of violence
and they laugh
when they hear
their leading man say
“consider this
a divorce”
then pull the trigger
or
“do you feel
lucky, punk”
suddenly there’s no
consequence to violence
no pain, no remorse
we’re the mtv generation
we feel no highs or lows
we’ve learned life by watching it
not living it
“have you killed people?”
“yeah, but they were
all bad”
how funny, what wit
they witness
two hundred thousand
acts of violence
what are we teaching them?
suddenly there’s no
consequence

bask, by John Hayes

children of leisure bask
in the sun while you may
one day the worker will rise up and say
come children of leisure,
come work for yourselves.

touch, by alexandria rand

the lust
her lips quiver anxiously
she wants
desperately
the craving
the longing
the yearning
is no longer contained
His eyes fixed
in a trance-like gaze
the erotic fantasies
the passion
the obsession
his burning
torrid
appetite is released
Her heart quickens
as her breath becomes
a pant
sensual
sexual
she is ravinous with need
His hand moves
his anticipation climaxes
salacious
lecherous
his muscles tense with
excitement
the cyprian
lurid desires
the heat
the fire
they cannot hold back
he touches her

surreal sleep, she haunts me so, by gary jurechka

Absence make the heart go wander,
as if falling, falling
from a cliff, drifting
as fluttering voices and restless doves
disturb my slumber, pull me under
into blackberry dreams
where naught remains but
the whirr of clouds
as angels lick
the sweat from my soul.

miss winkle’s war, mike lazarchuk

Rebecca saw smoke
& alerted me
At first I thought
The blazing object
Was a piece of
Furniture like
A chair
I ran around
The shrubs with
My garden hose
& started squirting
The flames before
I even realized
It was our neighbor
Miss Winkle going
Up in black clouds
Of ugly smoke
Cremating herself on the
Well tendered green lawn
Of her back yard like
A Buddist monk
Dying by fire to
Stop the war
Raging in her head

First Meeting, by John Hayes

Quiet beauty clothed in white
lies on silk in hollowed oak.
“That’s your cousin,”
they told the four year old, nearly five.
Mouth agape, eyes wide, he stared.
He’d never seen her before.
“Sugar diabetes,” they said.
“And only twenty years old.”
“Terrible, right in her prime.”
She didn’t stir
all the while he watched.
“Will I get that way too?” he asked.
“Yes, everyone does.”

sobering, by gabriel athens

I must admit
that there’s a definite proportion
with how good you look
and how much alcohol I’ve consumed
yes you are important to me
too important
and I think that scares me
for I don’t care what you say
but the only person
I can lean on
is myself
and I don’t want to frighten you
with my coldness
but I’ve been hurt
too many times before
and I’m sure as Hell
gonna try to stop it
from happening again
I’ve had to realize
that you can’t be my crutch
yes
I do care about you
too much
it is unhealthy
for when we go our separate ways
and I nkow we will
it will kill me
I know that you love me
and I know that you want to protect me
but I need to know
if there are other people
who care for me as well
I am not an animal
in a cage
and I have a life to lead
I know I’m being cold
but it’s what I have to do
call it a defense mechanism
call it sobering up

my Dad the Navy Man, (snapshots from 1950), by michael estabrook

stuck on
Midway Island during
the action in Korea:
standing on an empty beach,
clear blue ocean behind,
his sandals over his
socks.
dressed in whites holding
a gooney bird up by
its wings.
posing beside a hanging
12 foot shark.
lying back in his bunk
having a smoke.
my Dad the Navy Man
stuck a million miles away
from home
while mom and I waited
and wondered
how this was helping
our country win
the war.

this may sound, by alexandria rand

I don’t know
this may sound silly
but every night
just before
I’m about to sleep
I think of you
and when I
turn out the light
and crawl into my
empty bed
a piece of me feels
missing
I don’t know
what it is
but I feel a hole
right about where
my heart is
when I have to
lay there
night after night
all alone
when I am with you
I feel as if
I am complete
I feel as if
nothing in the
world matters
when you’re
holding my hand
with your
heart near me
then I can sleep
and then I
fall into my
empty bed
and I feel the
hole again
burning through
my heart
and I wish
I didn’t feel
so alone
and I wish
the hole would
just go away

the death of poetry, by gary jurechka

The dying gasp
of the last poet
whispering
the last line
of the last poem,
a stale flowery breath
breathing music
and angst
into the leaden air.
Bury him in the clouds
so the wind may bring his words
soaked in sunlight and thunder,
to set our senses afire,
to caress our hardened souls,
and fill us full of wisdom
and wonder,
full of light
once more.

me or him, by Janet Kuypers

someone pulled a gun today
opened fire on a crowd
i suppose it’s nothing new
we’ve all though of doig it
before
what stops us
what makes one man
decide life is soworthless
decide that he is so angry
that the consequences
don’t matter anymore
what makes him different from us
all he does
is do
what we’ve never thought we could
who is more crazy
the one who acts on their violence
or the one who holds it in
I’ve thought of shooting people before
of course, I keep that
locked away
inside of me
I don’t act on my
impulses
of course not
who is more crazy
the one who acts on their violence
or the one who holds it in
who is more crazy
me or him

something came up, by mike lazarchuk

Feeling a little twinge
Farting around L.A. with
Steve & Eva & Ellen
I thought about getting
Up to San Francisco
See my ex-wife
Find out what was doing
With her & the kids
But decided against it
I didn’t really crave
Another heated exchange
Another mad moment
& just couldn’t think
Of any presents to
Present to the kids that
Would attach them to me
Besides I’d been invited
To a Red Grooms opening
The following night &
That seemed infinitely
More important

Nick DiSpoldo, Small Press Review (on “Children, Churches and Daddies,& #148; 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& #148; of politics. One piece in this issue is “Crazy,& #148; an interview Kuypers conducted with “Madeline,& #148; 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.

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.

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& #148;). 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& #148; 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.

Children, Churches and Daddies no longer distributes free contributor’s copies of issues. In order to receive issues of Children, Churches and Daddies, contact Janet Kuypers at the cc&d e-mail addres. Free electronic subscriptions are available via email. All you need to do is email ccandd@scars.tv... and ask to be added to the free cc+d electronic subscription mailing list. And you can still see issues every month at the Children, Churches and Daddies website, located at http://scars.tv

Mark Blickley, writer The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. “Scars& #148; 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 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.

Gary, Editor, The Road Out of Town (on the Children, Churches and Daddies Web Site) I just checked out the site. It looks great.

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.

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& #148;) Some excellent writing in “Hope Chest in the Attic.& #148; I thought “Children, Churches and Daddies& #148; and “The Room of the Rape& #148; were particularly powerful pieces.

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.

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!!!

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.& #148; 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& #148; 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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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.

Dorrance Publishing Co., Pittsburgh, PA
“Hope Chest in the Attic& #148; 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& #148; 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& #148; 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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Mark Blickley, writer: The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. “Scars& #148; 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& #148; 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& #148; 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& #148; 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.

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.& #148; 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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