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 tomorrow’s news. |
Mindful TransitionKathryn A. Graves
All the same she knew when she was ready -
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I imagineEric Obame
Life begins at the sub-atomic
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redheadJack Henry
when i was
she loved every boy
when i was
she fucked every guy
when i was
she died in
growing old
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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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The long and detailed principal of governanceSergio Ortiz
He’s the prophet of my choice,
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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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the mad sunDavid McLean
the mad sun screams his anxiety
the trees respond so trustingly and grow
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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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nothing is ever out of sightDavid LaBounty
she is talking she hangs up
and tells you you both sit silently until you both start to laugh.
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Yang Chu’s Poems 458Duane Locke
Like a solitary blade
I want my face
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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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Age of AquariusMichael Ceraolo
Your head is
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Libations and PreparationsBenjamin Nardolilli
I drank before coming here,
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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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Mother May I?Sami Schalk
I don’t remember her exact words
He is Pope John Paul II
Slowly, she is shaking her head no.
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Counterman Rushing ByCEE
“Can I help you with sumthin’?”
I always
No, I’m not trying to take anything
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TracksChad Newbill
The tracks on her arm are
Clumsily, her
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Play ball!I.B. Rad
With bases loaded
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it all is nowhereBarry Pawelek
we come around
there’s a duty
we always arrive
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Bio:Barry Pawelek grew up in Buffalo and has lived and hiked throughout the United States, Canada and Far East Asia. Influenced mainly by Edward Abbey and Charles Bukowski, his writing of the natural world is now spanning 20 years. He earned his MA in English from Loyola Marymount and has had writing and photographs published throughout the country. Current writing projects include non-fiction pieces about Eddie Slovik and the Loneliest Road (Amboy Road). He recently completed his first novella, “case 11512”. He currently lives in Southern California with his wife, son and daughter.
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Teacher’s LoungeCharles Michael Craven
“I like to wash dishes in the morning.”
this is what my life has come to:
I used to be the guy coming down from an acid or coke binge my sandwich tastes stale.
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NarcissistAlisa Steinberg
So,
So,
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Global WarmingEric Muhr
I saw a river of corn sucked out of the ground
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The NeighborhoodJulia O’Donovan
Sirens screech to a halt
And Randy sits on his front porch
The old couple
It was rumored While the sirens go by
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BaggageJohn Duncklee
He looked sallow in death
Looking at the white hair, old
He remembered the note
Something his mother had said
He raised up and stood aside
Left condolences with son
She walked down the aisle
They stopped
She placed it on his chest
“Janet,” he said. “I know.”
The brothers looked in wonder
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Bio:John Duncklee has been a cowboy, rancher, quarter horse breeder, university professor and award winning author of sixteen books and myriad articles, poetry and short stories. He is a Western Writers of America Spur award winner for poetry. He lives in Las Cruces, N.M. with his wife, Penny, an accomplished watercolorist.
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The Schizoid JigJoshua CopelandI broadcast on which frequency?
Radio waves blend into the bedtime air |
Happily Married to a MannequinJe’free
Call him weird or genius
Call him wacko or imaginative
Call him out-of-the-box thinker
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Life is FineJ. Neff Lind
It’s a strange feeling
I’ve worn out
The problem is
And when I smell smoke
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a bit about J. Neff Lind (in his own words)
I have worked as a Parisian busker, a medicinal cannabis cultivator, a bar-tender, a bouncer, a short order cook, a house flipper, a French tutor, and a Hollywood intellectual prostitute.
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Fish FacialMarilyn Raff
A man with black, straight hair floating behind him
resort in China’s Chongqing province. He lies
tiny, toothless fish swim, track his scent, nibble away
He is certain the creatures will not
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The Bell Tolls AgainMel WaldmanThe church bell seems to toll forever. It rings slowly again and again, and in the air, a miasma covers the city. We can’t see the beautiful bronze Statue of Liberty. Our Lady, Goddess of Liberty and Hope, is invisible now. And we are blind and filled with fear and rage. How can we heal? What do we feel? We only hear the incessant, repeated strokes of the bell. Yes, it rings slowly again and again. When will it cease? The city’s a desert now and a sirocco of despair approaches, a dark, oppressive wind and perhaps a storm too threatening to swaddle us in a cage of injustice. In the distance, the bell tolls again and again and we remember some of the shattered faces-black faces of those killed or seriously injured by the police:
ELEANOR BUMPURS And SEAN BELL. We pray for them and all other known and anonymous victims too-black, Hispanic (we remember ANTHONY BAEZ), white, and... Some were innocent. Others were troubled. None deserved to die or suffer serious injury. The bell tolls again and again and the police continue to use excessive force against minorities. (There is police brutality against all races, but minorities still seem to be profiled.)
Now, the church bell rings slowly again and again. When will it cease? Will it ever? Today, it tolls for Sean Bell, a young black man killed on his wedding day after a 50-bullet fusillade, 46 bullets fired by 3 detectives acquitted by 1 judge. And the church bell seems to toll forever, as we wait and pray for justice. How shall we heal? What do we feel? Now, the bell tolls for SEAN BELL, SEAN BELL, SEAN BELL... But tell me, please... FOR WHOM SHALL THE BELL TOLL TOMORROW?
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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 Freud’s 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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Something in the Ones and ZerosDavid Backer
It’s definitely possible to be a cynical believer in clairvoyant dreamers. What I mean is that it’s reasonable to believe that this world is capable of producing someone who can go to sleep, have a dream, and be reasonably confident that the events of that dream will occur in the near future.
It’s Monday morning and Robert and I are eating breakfast at the fold out table in our kitchen.
So, like I said, it’s possible to be a cynical believer in clairvoyant dreamers. Because the chemicals in our brains, the ones in the synapses, I think, keep working when we’re asleep. They take all the thoughts and images you experience during the day and mix them up together and register them chemically in your memory. This is why dreams seem crazy: they’re made of all your experiences, but mixed up into something totally different than what you’re used to. And when they get ordered into something new like that they feel just like another experience, only weirder. But even if you think dreams are just chemicals swirling around in your head, even if you think that there are no magical clairvoyant powers and people are just brain chemicals and synapses, you can still believe that there are some people who can tell the future. Because there’s a chance that some of those new orderings that the brain makes when it’s asleep will be accurate depictions of the future.
It’s Thursday and Robert gets home from work and starts to pack for his trip to Bolivia. He packs some clothes, but not too many because Robert can live very sparely. He trained himself to not need very much. Then he pays his bills for the month at the table. He has loans to pay from college because he was the first one in his family to graduate from college, and his parents don’t make very much money at all. Then he ties a pair of boots to his hiking bag and fills up his water bottle for the flight.
It’s a week later now, another Thursday, and I’m very convinced that we can be cynical believers in clairvoyant dreamers because earlier this morning I got a phone call from a woman who said she was Robert’s mother. She sounded upset. I asked her if she really knew Robert. She said that yes, of course she knew him and that he was her son for Christ’s sake. She was sniffling into the phone and started crying. She said that Robert died in Bolivia with his girlfriend because they got food poisoning in a remote mountain town and couldn’t find medical help in time.
Since then I’ve been making all kinds of 1 and 0 marks on the wall of emotions because, for starters, Robert was a real, actual person the whole time he was living in my apartment. On top of that, I dreamed that he was going to die a few nights before he actually did. And, on top of it all, last night I dreamed that the 1 and 0 marks on my wall of emotions really had a sentence written in them. In my dream they said:
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Information on the Artist Peter SchwartzAfter years of writing and painting, Peter Schwartz has moved to another medium: photography. In the past his work’s been featured in many prestigious print and online journals including: Existere, Failbetter, Hobart, International Poetry Review, Red Wheelbarrow, Reed, and Willard & Maple. Doing interviews, collaborating with other artists, and pushing the borders of creativity, his mission is to broaden the ways the world sees art. Visit his online gallery at: www.sitrahahra.com.
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Gossip IJanet Kuypers
“I had to let him know I was having sex with someone else. I think I just need to get this guy out of my system for now.
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Gossip IIJanet Kuypers
“I’ve never orgasmed while having sex with him.
And yeah, I have before, with other guys,
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Gossip IIIJanet Kuypers
“Oh my God, there was this guy,
and he took me there in his GEO Tracker |
Texas StarMaryAnn Kohenskey
Growing up, I blamed Mama for my unhappiness. Then one day, happiness found me—in Texas.
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Mallory, Queen of the AntsSam Brown
She watched the tiny black ant climb the blades of its holy atmosphere. This field was sacred, but of course, the ant did not know this. He could not possibly know that deep below the surface of his shared lair, important people were buried. No, no. He went along with his business, typical ant-like business, carrying small particles to fellow employees and then going back to retrieve more. She pictured the ant supervisor with his clipboard and sunglasses yelling, “Quickly, now! Faster!” They moved along in an assembly-line fashion until all the small particles were moved to their designated location. Then onto the next, and next, and next. Mallory thought about the little ant village and the indigenous insects that occupied it. When do they clock out? Do they ever go home? Do they tuck the baby ants in at night and read them bedtime stories? Do they need ambien and xanax and lunesta just to have dreams too?
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UntitledJoseph Zlab
It was a sunny, late afternoon. Everything had a warm orange glow. We were in the farmhouse kitchen. I pulled my tee-shirt out of my jeans ans leaned over the white porcelain sink. I stared out the window. The bluegrass music on the radio played over the yelling and laughter of the kids out front. I could just make them out through the glare on the window. They were out on the Merry-Go-Round and Abby had the hose on the rest of them. Kelsie was jumping up, snapping at the water in the air. I took a sip of beer, then wiped the cold can across my forehead.
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Night of the KaaliaLiana Vrajitoru Andreasen
After they pulled the raft onto the embankment, twelve year-old Soell offered to be the first to watch over the sleeping family. He promised to wake his mother up as soon as he felt that he could not keep his eyes open any longer. The others did not find it easy to fall asleep. Hurried, confused whispers flew back and forth for a while. The mother held the two girls close to her, and her warmth comforted them. Finally, their breathing became deeper, though their worries followed them into their dreams. The father soon gave in to sleep as well, after struggling with thoughts of nameless horrors that lurked behind the dark rocks, merging with the starless sky. Not even the benevolent light of the moon was on their side tonight. The rocks bent over them like giant burglars, and their shadows startled them if they opened their eyes between troubled dreams. Awake, they felt no safer.
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The CynicClint DrewsKolb
It’s true that my soft spoken mother will ask, what shall I do now that I’ve undone myself? My quiet father will say nothing. Woe is me, boo hoo and all that junk. Feel no sympathy for me because it would really be a waste of your emotions since I alone am responsible. And to tell you the truth, I don’t give a shit.
“And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
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Stone and WindCarl T. Abt
I have a child of stone. I dare not tell my husband or daughters. They would not think it healthy of me: I invest so much into my sculpting. But their thinking isn’t what counts. They won’t be around after we die. The child who carries my name will be stone.
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Biography: Carl Abt is an English major at the Ohio State University where he has been admitted to advanced creative writing classes in fiction, poetry, and non-fiction. He has over half a dozen previous or forthcoming publications in Expressions, and The Denney Stall. |
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.
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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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 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 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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Okay, nilla wafer. Listen up and listen good. How to save your life. Submit, or I’ll 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 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. 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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