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. |
the boss ladys internet editorial |
Economic Rantings
written 02/13/09 |
This editorial is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 2.5 License. |
Janet Kuypers
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The Loss of A Gorgeous Giant Planetyeah, I’m actually talking about cars... The loss of the Saturn is a loss of safety, financial savings... and sanity
Okay, so that story explains my love of safety in a car. Let’s go on to part 2 of this story... Okay, so quick search for a used car to replace my totaled car. Well, because it’s cheaper and safer and I know how they drive, I’ll go with a used Saturn. Car #3 was a used L200, with the sun roof and the 6 disc CD player and the cassette deck and automatic everything, the anti-lock brakes and the traction control, blah blah blah. And since then someone hit my car while I was stopped at an intersection (that seems to be my track record, people crashing into my car while I’m stopped at an intersection), but, as I jokingly say, I haven’t had the car 7 years yet, so the car won’t be totaled until then. I’ve only had this Saturn for 4 years, so I have 3 more years to go before another careless driver totals my Saturn.
So this is my story of my love affair (so to speak) with Saturn. It has always worked well, and it has been the safest car in its price range. Although they originally said they would never manufacture a convertible because they could never be safe enough, they broke down to the markets and released the Sky (a car my husband loves, by the way). They’ve got a car that’s almost a truck, and they’ve got an SUV (that they call the VUE) that’s even available as a hybrid (as is the Aura, their newer sedan, that won the North American Car of the Year in 2007).
But you see, I heard this after CNN was reporting that GM and Chrysler, after bailout #1 went to them in December 2008 (yes, just a few months ago), are asking for another bailout. It is February 18th, and GM says they could run out of money next month, and Chrysler warns of bankruptcy (as outlined in Consumer Affairs’ “GM, Chrysler Say They Need More Money”, http://www.consumeraffairs.com/news04/2009/02/bailout31.html). GM would need another $30 billion – more than double of its original loan amount in December (Chrysler said it needs another $2 billion). You see, GM is trying to avoid declaring bankruptcy by thinking that “government-funded restructuring” is a better choice.
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P.S.: I like my husband’s thoughts on the eventual after I told him of the loss of Saturn:
What will happen to its rings? |
Ah well, so much for looking ahead, when you can ask the Government to give you more money to save you from yourself instead...
Modern Mary MagdaleneSami Schalk
he wants to be so good
he wants to be so good
he wants to be so good
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Pluto 2Eric Obame
It turns out that my close-then-far turn around the sun
Hot Jupiters and eccentric giants exist
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i was runningDavid McLean
i was running out of hearts
i was running out of nightmares
is memory, i was running out
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David McLean bio
David McLean has a couple of chapbooks out, one a free download at Whyvandalism.com. He has a full length poetry collection forthcoming at Whistling Shade Press in June 2008. A second full length collection is due from d/e/a/d/b/e/a/t press this fall. See www.deadbeatpress.com. He regularly writes poetry and music reviews for Clockwise Cat. There are round 500 poems now in, or forthcoming in, round 220 magazines online and/or in print. Details are at his blog at http://mourningabortion.blogspot.com.
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she can’t call me no oneJack Henry
we met downtown
she’s got the kind of
i don’t speak, my eyes too mean
traffic cop drives by, she smiles
light changes, she shuffles across at maybe tomorrow, maybe not
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Jack Henry BioJack Henry is a poet/writer/publisher living in Southern California. He has been published recently in CP Journal, Case and Effect, Off Beat Pulp and an upcoming Winamop. Also, he has a new chapbook out and is available via info@deadbeatpress.com.
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There Are No FoesMartins Iyoboyi
There are no foes but the leaders
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BioMartins Iyoboyi was born in Nigeria.His poems have appeared in Zone, The Flask Review, 63 Channels, The Bending Spoons, Zeitschrift for the Nations, Temenos, Rhythm, Munyori, Contemporary Rhyme, Chiron Review, Poetry Cemetery and Boyne Berries.
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At the Church of 80% SinceritySergio Ortiz
it was no crime to be born a delicate
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Sergio Ortiz, BioHe grew up in Chicago, studied English literature at Inter-American University in San German, Puerto Rico, philosophy at World University, Culinary Art at The Restaurant School in Philadelphia, and trained as a Daily Living Skills Instructor for the visually impaired at the Texas Lions Camp in Kerrville. His work has been published in POUI The Cave, Origami Condom, and periodicals in Puerto Rico. He is pending publication in Flutter, Ascent Aspirations, Origami Condom, and Cause & Effect. An English teacher living in San Juan, Puerto Rico.
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An Egalitarian MomentDavid LaBountya Sunday drive past
the power
farmless
are only slight
the Chevrolet
sits in his
tire salesmen
will probably
no sign of anywhere.
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Yang Chu’s Poem 456Duane Locke
“Master, is it better to let go, “What are you holding?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know,” “No, I don’t know.”
“Well, don’t let go,
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Duane Locke Biographical Note:Lives in rural Lakeland, Florida a few feet from osprey nest. Has Ph. D. (Metaphysical Poetry). As of January 2008, has had 5,935 poems published in print magazines and e zines (Not one poem self-published or paid for to be published. Also, I do not subscribe to magazines that publishes my poems). Have had 17 print and e books published. Have many poems, over twenty books, that I have not prepared in manuscript for publication. Also a painter and photographer. Paintings have appeared in many exhibitions, winning a number of awards and are in permanent collections of museums. A discussion of my paintings appears in Gary Monroe’s Extraordinary Interpretations (U of FL press.) Have had 209 photos published in e zines and magazines. Some have been used for book and magazine covers. My photos have been close-up of trash, what people have tossed away, but now mainly on what might be called “abstractions” or visual music and nature Photographs, birds, and close-up of small insects. Once, I was ranked by the PSA as one of the top twenty nature photographers in the United States. Occupation: The study of philosophy. My favorite philosophers are Nietzsche, Hegel, and Heidegger. I believed that the Western mind had been misdirected by its inheritance of the Platonic-Cartesian tradition, and thus practically everybody believes lies to be the truth and speak a language of lies. The purpose of a poet is to start with the language of lies spoken by people and strive to convert the language of lies into a language of truth (Whatever truth is). Also, I believe that most opinions expressed about poetry are nonsense. Most of our poetry axiologists are self-deluded. For more information, interviews, publications, awards click on the search engines of Google. I am listed in the Marquis Who’s Who in America.
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Tribal ArtBenjamin Nardolilli
My collection of masks is not hung
They are made from what is splendid
My masks hold together
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Benjamin Nardolilli Bio (05/20/08)Benjamin Nardolilli is a twenty two year old writer currently attending New York University, where he studies creative writing, history, and philosophy. His work has appeared previously on the website Flashes of Speculation and he has had poetry published in Nurit Magazine, Penman Lounge, Houston Literary Review, Perigee Magazine, Canopic Jar, and Lachryma: Modern Songs of Lament, Baker’s Dozen, Thieves Jargon, Farmhouse Magazine, Poems Niederngasse, Feel the Word Magazine, The Cynic Online, Cerulean Rain, The Delmarva Review, Clockwork Cat, Sheroes Rag, Literary Fever, and Perspectives Magazine. In addition he the poetry editor for West 10th Magazine at NYU and maintains a blog at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com.
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Aluminum BeginningsSam Brown
Summer’s past passed slowly
We forgot how to be young and careless
best friends gone bad
We waited in that hot box car for hours.
Living for those cool summer nights
But there was never any money left for tomorrow,
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No Other WayKenneth Pobo
By 18, Steve’s stopped
is again, another Sunday,
and say “Start with me”
eyes latch on to the figure
the choir singing
Pastor for dinner now
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Soldier Awarded Purple Heart
Serena Spinello |
About Serena Spinello, the Author:Serena Spinello is 27 years old and lives in New York. Her poetry has been featured in over 50 literary magazines, journals and zines including: The Literary House Review, Clockwise Cat, children churches & daddies, The Houston Literary Review, Conceit Magazine, 63 Channels, Sien en Werden, The Centrifugal Eye, Lachryma: Modern Songs of Lament and Zygote in my Coffee. Scorched Earth Publishing, The Flask Review Perspectives Magazine and The Verse Marauder. |
The Biggest Bird in the World!Joshua Copeland
When I lived on the fourth floor
Dollhouse,
Brawls, public intox, laughing, screaming,
Across from them our trash bins.
If I pressed my face to the glass
A woman shouted and swung
the largest bird in the world. A vulture,
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The Wind PicksJohn Grey
Along the shore, sunset like
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Knowing KevorkianJanet Kuypers
Oh, I knew Kevorkian
what I remember about
and he’d get a gin martini
I never thought he had
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The ShirtKenneth DiMaggio
Sal and Naomi’s relationship had already reached its first crisis: Naomi wanted to decide what her man should wear.
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Of Tempests In TeacupsEli Perlow
If it were up for contest, John Forsyth would surely be right up there at the top of the heap in the “most eligible widower” sweepstakes. A gentleman’s gentleman and a kindhearted dad, John had “catch” written all over him. The death of his soul mate, Jacquelyn, was not something that he or their daughter Cynthia would ever really fully get over; nor should they have been expected to. Akin to self-medicating, John had found himself going through a prolonged period of serial monogamy. Already some thing of a loner, his daughter Cynthia was unable to focus for too long on the memory of her mother; the tragedy was just way too painful for her.
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Laughter Of The ChildrenTimothy Wallace
Every year, just before school let out for the summer, the fourth and fifth grade classes of Elliotville Elementary took a field trip to Camden Park. Camden Park is a small amusement park in Huntington, just on the eastern side of the Kentucky-West Virginia border, about ninety-minutes from the school in Elliot County.
The driver of the school bus was Gerald Pugh. He normally drove a school-bus route to and from the elementary school in the mornings and afternoons, and was known to the children on his route, and everyone else for that matter, as Mr. Pugh. He had decided to drive the bus on this trip for the over-time pay he would receive. Lord knew he needed the money, and he had nothing else to do between routes that day.
David and Lee Blake were both the image of their father: curly locks of strawberry-blonde, pale-blue eyes, a freckle here and there. David, the older of the two boys, was the image of their father as an older man, while Lee was the image of their father as a younger man. Both boys were intelligent beyond their age, and their father had taught them to always stand up for what they believe in. As the school bus passed the rest area, Lee believed in only one thing; he needed to use the restroom, and in the worst way.
The bus veered sharply toward the shoulder as Mr. Pugh’s unconscious body sprawled over the steering wheel. Everyone on the bus shrieked with terror. Mrs. Collins gawked in disbelief as Mrs. Crawford was hurled across the Blake brother’s laps; her head connected with the lower pane of the emergency window, cracking the glass as well as her cranium. Then, Mrs. Collins leapt for Mr. Pugh and the steering wheel, desperate to gain control of the runaway bus—her effort was of no use. Mr. Pugh fell out of his seat, shoving frail Mrs. Collins feebly into the stairwell. She hit her head on the folding door, knocking her unconscious, and Mr. Pugh’s bulk slid down the steps, coming to rest precisely prone on top of Mrs. Collins.
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A House DividedMel WaldmanA House divided will not survive or thrive, will not create or procreate. A House divided self-destructs, disintegrates, dissolves, disappears like snowflakes wafting through the fog and misty air, drifting down the Tower of Babel, vanishing without fear or premonition, passing through the whirling whiteness into darkness. Well, that’s the way it is-the flow of politics rushing through giant waves of destruction. That’s the sin. For a House divided is not a glorious home-just an ancient tomb dissolving in the flood outside Noah’s Ark, covered with the blood of chaos and confusion, vanishing in the dark. And that’s a sin. A House divided is a shrinking, shriveled schizophrenic House, a disconnected psyche, a snowstorm sweeping across the political landscape, a million discordant voices shrieking in the Waste Land-cutting swaths of division. And that’s a sin. A House divided cannot inspire or unite, can’t reveal the light ensconced in the darkness. Buried in the deep snow, within a furious fog, it is a kingdom of lost words, on a secret blog, discovered serendipitously by a search engine but discarded by choice-not by chance. A House divided must vanish unless unity is restored. But now, we weep on this elongated night of loss, listening to the endless ululations and deafening cacophony, searching for clarity, perhaps, in a vast silence that surrounds us. And we wait. A House divided must vanish. Still, we wait. In the distance, one voice longs to speak.
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BIOMel Waldman, Ph. D.Dr. Mel Waldman is a licensed New York State psychologist and a candidate in Psychoanalysis at the Center for Modern Psychoanalytic Studies (CMPS). He is also a poet, writer, artist, and singer/songwriter. After 9/11, he wrote 4 songs, including Our Song, which addresses the tragedy. His stories have appeared in numerous literary reviews and commercial magazines including HAPPY, SWEET ANNIE PRESS, POETICA, CHILDREN, CHURCHES AND DADDIES and DOWN IN THE DIRT (SCARS PUBLICATIONS), PBW, NEW THOUGHT JOURNAL, THE BROOKLYN LITERARY REVIEW, HARDBOILED, HARDBOILED DETECTIVE, DETECTIVE STORY MAGAZINE, ESPIONAGE, and THE SAINT. He is a past winner of the literary GRADIVA AWARD in Psychoanalysis and was nominated for a PUSHCART PRIZE in literature. Periodically, he has given poetry and prose readings and has appeared on national T.V. and cable T.V. He is a member of Mystery Writers of America, Private Eye Writers of America, American Mensa, Ltd., and the American Psychological Association. He is currently working on a mystery novel inspired by Freuds case studies. Who Killed the Heartbreak Kid?, a mystery novel, was published by iUniverse in February 2006. It can be purchased at www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/, www.bn.com, at , and other online bookstores or through local bookstores. Some of his poems have appeared online in THE JERUSALEM POST. Dark Soul of the Millennium, a collection of plays and poetry, was published by World Audience, Inc. in January 2007. It can be purchased at www.worldaudience.org, www.bn.com, at , and other online bookstores or through local bookstores. A 7-volume short story collection was published by World Audience, Inc. in May 2007 and can also be purchased online at the above-mentioned sites. I AM A JEW, a book in which Dr. Waldman examines his Jewish identity through memoir, essays, short stories, poetry, and plays, was published by World Audience, Inc. in January 2008.
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Just Another DayLiana Vrajitoru Andreasen
It is close to noontime. I casually press on the key to lock the car and I leave my square blue box on wheels to bake in the Texas sun among other colored boxes. I don’t notice anything unusual about the school. The large façade greets me in silence, as no one but me arrives this late. Of course, that is only because I teach a college English class to advanced high school students, or what they call a “dual enrollment class.” I am here only as a temporary presence – a little like a visitor from another planet, one might say. I step underneath the looming metal structures that curve over my head and I take the door on the left, for variation. Inside, I hurry along the chilly hallway and come out again into the bright, square patio, where students congregate before the flood takes them into their classrooms. If they are still outside, I can’t be that late. The door, as always, is too narrow for all the incoming bodies bumping into each other. Not much respect for the college teacher going on, either. But that’s all right, as long as I teach what I came here to teach. I wonder if I brought all the handouts that I Xeroxed back at the college, so enlightenment can descend smoothly upon my temporary students.
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Quantum of SolaceDavid W. Landrum
Sossity Chandler tried to clear all of her former husband’s things out of her house in the first month after her divorce, but now and then she came across items that belonged to him. She found articles of clothing, tools, magazines, once a pack of condoms, once of a pack gum she knew the woman he had formed a liaison with, Kathleen Farisi, liked; but more often she found books. David taught English and owned hundreds of books. Like most literature teachers, he hung on to every volume he bought no matter how remote the chances of his ever reading it again. Almost daily Sossity came across his books on shelves and in drawers, stacked in corners of closets, fitted in boxes in the garage and basement.
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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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