Dusty Dog Reviews The whole project is hip, anti-academic, the poetry of reluctant grown-ups, picking noses in church. An enjoyable romp! Though also serious. |
Nick DiSpoldo, Small Press Review (on Children, Churches and Daddies, April 1997) Children, Churches and Daddies is eclectic, alive and is as contemporary as tomorrows news. |
What for Heat?from Awake!, August 2007The German newspaper Frankfurter Allgemeine Sonntagzeitung explains that with the price of grain falling and that of fuel oil rising, it is more cost-effective for a farmer to burn his wheat for heat than to sell it to buy oil. Six pounds of wheat costs him 20 cents to grow, but if burned, that quantity of wheat would produce about the same heat as a quart of fuel oil, which costs 60 cents.
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Why That Day?Lisa Frederiksen
Theyd been fighting for years; even threatened divorce
He couldnt understand what made that day different
But, it wouldnt have happened had the wife not
The husband was just trying to discipline the girl
Shed never seen her daddy so crazy mad
She started coming up the stairs, trying to give the father her
But the wife had made him mad, real mad, and he just snapped and
But he had a right to discipline his daughter. His daughter
It really was the wifes fault, you know. He wasnt
And then the wife would go on
The wife was wrong, though. Boy was she wrong.
Gone and wrecked a perfectly happy family.
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Memories of his
James Sackett |
TearsJennifer Veevers.
They fall one by one,
They fall one by one,
They fall one by one,
They fall one by one,
Eyes are the pathway to the soul, arent they?
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The good catholic girlShelley Little
Dressed in Sundays best
Herded onto the vessel
Hooves beating
Fantasy-turned nightmare
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Five Years LaterRonda Scheerer
I have been accused of burying myself beneath layers of fear and uncertainty
Permit me instead to argue my lucidity
At the risk of imitating lecture
We once possessed a confidence some now consider ignorance
I do stand guilty of tuning out a world which screams in my face of duty and rights
You can keep your world of hate and indiscretion
My children will know innocence and objectivity, for I will teach them each
Mere layers separate your world from mine, thin as parchment and just as fragile Hope.
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on the beachAndrew H. Oerke
Beneath the crystal slap
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Catch On The FlyMichael Lee Johnson
Full barrel up 53 north,
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BioMr. Michael Lee Johnson lives in Chicago, IL after spending 10 years in Edmonton, Alberta Canada during the Viet Nam era. He is a freelance writer and poet. He is heavy influenced by Carl Sandburg, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, and Leonard Cohen. 200 plus poems pending publication or published. He is a member of Poets & Writers, Inc; Directory of American Poets & Fictions Writers: pw.org/directory. Recent publications: The Orange Room Review, Bolts of Silk, Chantarelles Notebook, The Foliate Oak Online Literary Magazine, Poetry Cemetery , Official Site of Laura Hird, The Centrifugal Eye, Adagio Verse Quarterly, Scorched Earth Publishing and many others. Published in USA, Canada, New Zealand, Nigeria Africa, India, United Kingdom. |
Letter to Champy About Being Gay in the USAChristopher Thomas
Dear Dale: Just as English pilgrims had to leave
to enjoy the privilege of worshipping God in their
men and women who must immigrate or travel to
the sacrament of matrimony. Did you know that
death penalty on homosexuals can obtain political
the United States of America? Gay couples have
in the courts to either adopt one another or form
of their homes should their partner die before them.
in the rights given to citizens living under our
why we dont want our rights put to the vote. We
intimate moments of our lives voted upon by those
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ballMarshall Fant I
Driving past the old home
Shortly after my basket was finally raised
Rules demand a foul line, he said,
Theritua poured into the autumn months, II
After finishing the dinner dishes
I roll up the sleeves
I smile and
My bursitis,
Of course,
My father,
Then From the third story look out (And I pretended not to see him)
as I
ball I only hope he still remembers how to teach young boys to dribble.
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ConsumerismChris Silverberg
Silvery water rippled prettily;
Suddenly, I was nothing,
Then I realized it would eat
My ears would cease
As the water rippled,
My hollow shell crumbled. When it was taking my soul?
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In the MarrowTanya Rucosky Noakes
My guilty secret
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We Drove through the Morning (for D____)Mark Alan Murray
In Litchfield County there is a mountain
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BIO, Mark Alan MurrayI am a lover of nature, a recording artist, and a healer. I graduated from the UofCT, Storrs, CT, with a BA in Speech Pathology and English. There studied poetry under Matthew Proser and Joan Joffee Hall. Currently I am living in the Berkshire Mountains of southwestern Massachusetts. Recently I have self published a book of poems entitled The Dismantled Moon.
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Hunt for the Last MediavoreDaniel Walton
I snap my eyelids down and up
Lo, here comes the Pomp and Circumstance
The truth bounces off a wall of tripod lenses,
I cast a dirty look back over my shoulder;
The pound of my feet is amplified to the audience inside my skull,
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STOP SIGNS AT COLUMBINEDavid Lawrence
The temperature fell to a whisper
Enough
I have collected enough intuitions
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Letter to Champy About Being Gay in the USAChristopher Thomas
Dear Dale: Just as English pilgrims had to leave
to enjoy the privilege of worshipping God in their
men and women who must immigrate or travel to
the sacrament of matrimony. Did you know that
death penalty on homosexuals can obtain political
the United States of America? Gay couples have
in the courts to either adopt one another or form
of their homes should their partner die before them.
in the rights given to citizens living under our
why we dont want our rights put to the vote. We
intimate moments of our lives voted upon by those
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UntitledJason Alan Wilkinson
This is not about a wonderful new psychic Or the life changing results that ensued from the inner wonders broached.
Its not about a police force that has taken to shooting defenceless men
This is not about urging consumers to worry their heads over gas economy
Its not a revolutionary gadget designed to monitor cholesterol, prepare rice in minutes,
This is in no way an attempt to decry the character of Gilbert Godfried
Its not that special place in your mind
Not a methodic strain of eloquent drivel Nor is it a best seller drowning in fourth grade English.
This is not about The Priory Of Sion,
Its not about the spare change that minimum wage earners how big business never loses a penny in the transaction.
Its not about trying to convince your grandmother
This is not about how many rich people have to die of a fucked-up new disease How only rich people can afford it.
No, this is not about Richard Bey
At no juncture shall this piece delve into the horrors of a bygone era.
This is not a street anthem, played at ten decibels or greater
Surely, this is not about all the acid that you dropped at Woodstock That spitting on a soldier is revolting.
Its not about internet fraud
This is not about the Sphinx This is not confused, omnificent, or hygienic.
Its not about a fortune teller who recently came under scrutiny Hallelujah, this is not about the devil! This is not about global warming, imminent nuclear aggression, the other things one talked prosaically about in the 1980s, or why Sacco and Vanzetti were framed. Its not a vain attempt to reconstruct History. Nor is it a strong argument against correcting it. This is not the last thing that you ought to read before taking a nap. This is not about to end.
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DEUS EX MACHINA: DAY ZEROPaul Sohar
On day zero before the whole thing got started
until finally he had a whole closet full of roles
he still reserves the right to change the script,
Time means nothing to him,
day zero is all over the calendar, it blissfully co-exists
to know thyself is to
let the divine sparks fly even if they mess up
and if you dont like what you see
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While you sleepKatie Dean
In these hazy hours of sleep
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Leave me beNadine Najjar
the way in which you say something
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NO EXIT FROM HELLMel Waldman
The boys father murdered the kids half-sister, only a few weeks old. Before he killed the baby girl, he took her to see the young man and the boys sister, who was also the killers daughter.
The boy took pictures of his new sister. Now, thats all he has left to prove she existed. They captured the last vestige of her existence. She was real. But she died.
The boys my patient. I hadnt seen him in months. And after his mother, sister, and he visited over a month ago, he hasnt returned.
Back in January, in Queens, the father and common-law wife were high. The man held his little girl in his arms. But she cried incessantly.
The police caught them a week later. A neighbor had heard them arguing one night. During the altercation, they mentioned murdering the little girl. The courageous neighbor called 911.
Before he vanished, he showed me her pictures. Such a beautiful baby! She lives in my mind and soul! The pains intolerable, but I am a container-a seething cauldron of dark emotions rising from Hell.
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DISCONNECTIONSG.A. Scheinoha
Think of the truth as a lead umbrella. It protects us from the fallout of lies which rain down like subatomic particles from the stratosphere of our dreams, pierces the frail, punctures the weak, alters this spring weve enjoyed, thrust into the midst of nuclear winter.
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Elegy Written in a Connecticut Senior Living FacilityPat Dixon
If youre going to be seeing your father soon, Marian, kindly take him his mail. The least the old bastard could do is have the consideration to notify those post office people where to forward it.
Dear Authorwe regret that the high volumn of submissions to THE EYE BLINK REVIEW precludes us from responding with a personal reply. Believe us when we say that our Editorial Staff have given your mss. a VERY careful and thorough reading, and have determined that your submission does not suit our needs now at the present time. Be assured that this does not reflect negatively upon your writing ability or upon the merits of this submission. Very likely it will find itself a good home in some other quality journal! We DO invite you at this time to subscribe to THE EYE BLINK REVIEW so that you will have a clearer ieda as to what our editorial preferences areAND we strongly encourage you to submit other additional writings of yours to TEBR in the future when you have done this. The lower half of this sheet contains a conveinent form for subscribing for one, tow, or even three years.
Marian glanced up at her mother, who had fallen asleep on the sofa with some piece of open mail on her lap. Sarah Greenwoods mouth was half open, and she was snoring softly. Marian glanced at the lower half of the greenish sheet of paper and pursed her lips as she read the amounts listed on the subscription form: $18.00 for one year, $35.00 for two years, and $50.00 for three. This might, she thought, explain partly why, about three years ago, her father had begun subscribing to a fairly large array of small literary magazines and journals. She frowned and recalled that once his articles had been eagerly accepted by four or five of the better journals in his field.
At 9:37 the next morning, Sunday, Marian remembered her fathers poem and pulled the manila envelope out of her tote bag and tossed it on her coffee table. Then she refilled her coffee cup, set it on the table too, and plopped down onto her over-stuffed sofa. She had already read the first three pages of her Hartford Courant and had checked her e-mail to see what needed attention today and what could wait.
(1965?-2001)
At the eighth ring, one of her co-workers
Elena, please, I said, singing her name
For fifteen seconds the woman said nothing, then Petite, pretty, witty, bright, and brave. Andgone.
Elaine was a union maidwed joked about
She spoke with ice and fire to groups and spoke
One lunch was interrupted by a woman
Later, during a cocktail hour on the terrace
That evening she had plans to dine with friends
Eight-twenty-five, a gorgeous, cloudless day
Georgetown in the spring
During lunch, a little picnic on some steps,
Cray-ative, nothin! It wuh puhfick, I drawled,
Breakfast next day was farewell time for us.
Six and a half months later, in New York
Eighteen months thereafter, she saved her job
Next year, we met for lunch to celebrate
Never would I see Elena again, though she Petite, pretty, witty, bright, and brave. Andgone.
I was calling after a five-month gap
On the third day I met with one of her friends.
Anger? At the unknown truck driver and nurse
And what for me? What buries that anger?
Nearly two years after her unlucky
No. These serried fancies of her victories Instead, perhaps, a tête-à-tête. Perhaps, instead.
Elena, barely five feet tall in shoes,
For nearly twelve minutes, Marian Greenwood Poggioli sat staring through her side window at distant trees below her apartment, clutching tightly her fathers typescript. Gradually, she became aware that her ears, and chiefly the left one, felt very warm, almost as if she had been blushing. She noted that she needed more oxygen. With conscious determination, she took a deeper breath and slowly let the air out. She repeated this process thrice more, then shrugged her cramped shoulders, stood and shrugged again.
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Not TodayToy Davis
Janet stared into the unknown wondering if she should go out. No she would tell herself when the urge was too great. It might be dangerous. Someday she would care. Someday she would be brave and run out into the unknown to face the world she now belongs to. Someday, but not today.
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A Survivor or Not?Robert D. Wenger
Johnny lay on the ground with his head resting on a rock and stares at an old swing set. He woke suddenly with a jerk as the morning sun baked him. His head is pounding. Laying on a rock doesnt help.
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Making The World A Better PlaceAdrian Ludens
This used to be a decent part of town, Doreen murmured.
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A Bad Idea of Biblical ProportionsAdrian Ludens
Ive never been a religious man. Despite my overly zealous Grandmothers constant preaching and praying, Ive remained fairly neutral on Biblical matters. I just tune her out whenever she starts in.
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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 writers 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.
Children, Churches and Daddies. It speaks for itself. Write to Scars Publications to submit poetry, prose and artwork to Children, Churches and Daddies literary magazine, or to inquire about having your own chapbook, and maybe a few reviews like these.
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MIT Vegetarian Support Group (VSG)
functions: 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.
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.
Dusty Dog Reviews: She opens with a poem of her own devising, which has that wintry atmosphere demonstrated in the movie version of Boris Pasternaks 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, theres a healthy balance here between wit and dark vision, romance and reality, just as theres 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 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. Were only an e-mail away. Write to us.
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Okay, nilla wafer. Listen up and listen good. How to save your life. Submit, or Ill have to kill you.
Okay, butt-munch. Tough guy. This is how to win the editors over. 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.
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 (on Without You): She open with a poem of her own devising, which has that wintry atmosphere demonstrated in the movie version of Boris Pasternaks 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. 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 writers 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, theres a healthy balance here between wit and dark vision, romance and reality, just as theres 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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