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 Cost of Compassion Might Be Too HighAfter reading my editorials from the past five years and knowing I’m from Chicago, you’d think I would be the most liberal Obama fan you could find. But read my most recent Socialism editorial (“What’s that Spell? Socialism!” online at http://www.janetkuypers.com/kuypers/prose/2009/whats-that-spell--socialism.htm) and you may realize that I’m an equal-opportunity political ass-kicker... Because when it comes to the government screwing up people’s lives, it doesn’t matter which political side you support. When you ask people if it is a good idea for everyone have access to healthcare, it sounds like a good idea, for example. But in order to accomplish that goal, takes would need to be raised and standards would have to be lowered to be able to accommodate everyone so all could have access to some healthcare. So if a person thinks it’s a food idea for everyone to have access to healthcare, the follow-up question would have to be, “are you willing you have to pay more in taxes, and would you be willing to wait longer for doctor services (since there are more people that need to be taken care of), and would you be willing to actually receive a lower level of healthcare (because with less money in the healthcare system, everyone would receive less service)?” The answers to questions like that would invariably be “no,” because although the notion of helping everyone seems appealing, people don’t want to have to pay for “helping” everyone. The “Cash for Clunkers” program was another great idea from our Democrat Presidential cabinet; you could get rid of your old inefficient car for a new one with a $4,500 discount (thanks for rearranging our money this way, U.S. Government). It’s a monetary bargain for car buyers with old cars, and it spurs car production and elps businesses (and helps people in the failing car industries keep jobs). Sounds like a good plan. The plan even had to e cancelled before its original November deadline because too many people wanted to take the Government up on this offer (they even had to get more money allotted to this program before stopping it months early). But there were two major problems with this plan. One was that although the government said you needed to purchase a fuel-efficient car, the government didn’t say the cars purchased needed to be an American car (you know, to help the three failing car companies the government already gave an inordinate amount of money to already). Because the top cars that were purchased through this program were Toyotas (fuel efficient, yes, but it just gets more money away from America because of this Obama plan). The other problem with the plan is that the used cars that were traded in for fuel-efficient new cars were destroyed; a liquid was poured into them to destroy the engine, and the cars were compacted. I think this was dome to ensure that these fuel inefficiencies would no longer be around wasting more gas than a car should (seems like a noble, compassionate idea) but destroying these older car parts and engine bits means that people who cannot afford a new car will now not be able to get parts to repair their only car from used car parts shops (or even junk yards). By destroying this large number of potentially usable car parts, it has squelched the used car market, and has made people with less money than those who can buy a new car (you know, the people who don’t have a lot of money that the Obama administration is supposed to be helping out) will have fewer financial options for their automotive needs. And when someone asks you if it’s a good idea to get rid of our dependencies on foreign oil, you’d say it’s smart. Besides, if we can find more economical ways to produce energy, it would save everyone more money and be a smarter, right? So with the liberal/Democrat line of thinking, it seems like a smart idea. I mean, when I was in Europe I saw more of an effort to even minimize car usage than in America (people took trains more, or bicycles, and people were more fit), and the Smart Car (a smaller car with better fuel mileage) existed in Europe for years before it was seen in the States. Coming up with more was to be fuel efficient, or better ways to save on our national energy costs is a noble idea. But the idea push from the Obama administration is to have more solar panels (you know, because there’s a lot of sun in a lot of our country that can be used to generate electricity), and wind can be harnessed from wind turbines for even more energy. I bring up these points because we would like to be compassionate and noble to try to be able to help people. It is compassionate to say you want to give everyone free healthcare (guess what, it’s never free). It is smart to have more fuel-efficient cars out on the road, saving people gas money (it’s a shame I made fuel-efficient car buying decisions all my life; I couldn’t hone in on this quote-unquote “bargain” of buying a new car when we have less money than we ever did – but at least the government in the process destroyed old car parts so people who couldn’t even afford new cars now can’t repair the only thing they could afford). And it makes sense to use the environment to lower our costs for our own energy for the future (but trust me, it actually costs a lot more than you think to “go green” to get the energy we want in our modern life). As I said, it’s nice to claim to be noble and compassionate, but the cost might actually literally be too high to be so noble.
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The Seriousness of Sexual Attacks and dangers from the minoritySo I have been listening to HLN News a few afternoons ago, and I heard a woman discussing the resent story of a woman at Hofstra University who was gang raped. I didn’t catch the beginning of the story, but Jane Velez-Mitchell (of HLN) wanted to focus on this story, because it seems that over the initial reports of acquaintance rape from years ago, women’s issues have been swept under the rug, And although I had yet to hear details of this story, and I don’t like hearing that stories like this still exist, I felt relieved that this topic may get the attention it deserves once again.
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Cigarette PoemC Ra McGuirt
Staring out the window
and thought: “It’s there,
Then I gazed
and saw my looking out
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White RabbitMichael Ceraolo
His mind was a funhouse mirror,
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AtlantisMichael Ceraolo
The discovery in the early twenty-first century
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EscapeJanet Kuypers 8/26/08 6:15 pmwhile in the hospital, i knew my body had to recover
but for my soul
week after week
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See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading (C) her poem escape from her “Partial Nudity” book release feature live 6/18/14 at Chicago’s open mic the Café Gallery |
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading (S) her poem escape from her “Partial Nudity” book release feature live 6/18/14 at Chicago’s open mic the Café Gallery |
See a Vine video of Janet Kuypers’ escape haiku 6/4/15 (derived from her poem the muse, the messiah) @ the gazebo (Motorola) |
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem Escape live 7/22/15 at the open mic the Café Gallery in Chicago, from the October 2009 v201 issue of cc&d (filmed with a Canon fs200) |
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem Escape live 7/22/15 at the open mic the Café Gallery in Chicago, from the October 2009 v201 issue of cc&d (filmed with a Canon Power Shot) |
See YouTube video of Joffre Stewart reading Janet Kuypers’ poem Escape live 9/14/15 at the open mic Weeds in Chicago, from the October 2009 v201 issue of cc&d (filmed with a Canon Power Shot camera) |
Going NowhereJanet Kuypers 08/26/08 6:21 pm, edited 11/04/08
i’m in a plan
every time i’m on an airplane
in that coffin, i have no idea
when they fly you up that high
what will it be like
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Watch this YouTube video Live at Mercury Cafe, live in Chicago 02/28/09 |
Or see the full YouTube video of the full (give me 5 minutes) show, live in Chicago 02/28/09 |
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem Going Nowhere (Cfs) live 7/8/15 at the open mic the Café Gallery in Chicago, from the October 2009 v201 issue of cc&d |
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers reading her poem Going Nowhere (Cps) live 7/8/15 at the open mic the Café Gallery in Chicago, from the October 2009 v201 issue of cc&d |
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers hosting the poetry open mic 7/8/15 at Gallery Cabaret’s the Café Gallery in Chicago - WHICH INCLUDES HER READING THIS PIECE |
A Knock At The DoorTom Deiker
We rushed him to the hospital
Draped on the Lazy Boy, -- Like the corpse he soon would be.
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brief Tom Deiker bioTom Deiker graduated from Louisiana State University with a Ph.D in Clinical Psychology. His 60+ articles, essays, short fiction and poetry have appeared in several dozen publications, including American Psychologist, Animal Behaviour, Cimarron Review, Galaxy, Newsweek, and The Plain Dealer Magazine. Eleven of his plays have been staged by community theaters.
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What About Tomorrow?John T. Hitchner
The snap of clock hands,
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John T. Hitchner bioJohn T. Hitchner is a graduate of Glassboro State College (now Rowan University) and Dartmouth College. He has also studied at the University of Bath in the United Kingdom and at the New York State Summer Writers Conference. Presently, he teaches Coming of Age in War and Peace at Keene State College, Keene, New Hampshire.
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The Coffee HouseAlex JimenezI We meet every day at the Coffee House I forget how it all started I order black coffee no sugar You drink a fancy chocolate something At first we just chat shyly You with your school girl looks Me, reminding you of a professor Later you tell me you slept with him Sophomore or maybe Junior year Makes me hopeful somehow II We meet before and after work Sometimes at lunch Depends on my case work Or if your boss has you running errands Flirting intensifies each day Our arms next to each other In the summer time with short sleeves By winter time we are holding hands III One of the partners sees us Asks me if my wife knows about you I look at her, smile and walk away She is a gossip so everyone will know Yet, it matters little to me IV You even met my wife once On a Saturday when I stopped by To get a cup and she was with me To my surprise you were there At our table, chocolate in hand I brought her over and told her You were a paralegal at the firm She shook your hand firmly You smiled that beautiful smile Winked at me and tilted your head The way you do to show a better angle You swept your hair out of your face She smiled back and lingered I could tell she liked you She even told me as much later She is a bigger flirt than me V We begin to talk boldly About meeting somewhere else About traveling together VI Your boyfriend, I meet as well He is a handsome young man Remind me, bike messenger? We could not be more different I am jealous of his carefree ways The tattoos on his arms The swagger in his step I am sure that he could not imagine That I was once like him Or at least I pretend I was Always busy with school Wishing I could be like those boys I lost that desire in law school VII And now as a partner My life is scripted Except for the Coffee House Where I find you eager to talk You want to tell me about that movie Or that song you heard on the way About your best friend Becca VIII Sometimes I don’t listen All I see is your smile The angle of your face The sweet voice that accompanies me IX It is Spring now and we have plans You are coming with me on a business trip Your boyfriend has no idea My wife might know but does not care She is busy with her mixed doubles partner X We sit side by side during our flight We hold hands like lovers We even kiss for the first time We arrive in San Francisco in rapture As soon as we get to the hotel We rip our clothes off and make love Or have sex, we have different stories We spend all of our time there together Too afraid that we may never have this again We fly back to Virginia still acting like lovers XI The next day I wait for you at the Coffee House You do not arrive and I worry In a hurry I go to your boss and ask He says you called in sick I resist the urge for a while But call you after an hour Lars answers the phone I ask him about you and how you are His voice trembles He tells me you are gone I am confused and ask him again He tells me all your things are gone I promise to call him back I call your cell phone And there is no answer XII For days all I think about is you I call Lars again and he is confused We meet at the Coffee House He tells me that you came home and cried Packed all of your stuff while he slept And left him a note that said “Lars, I loved you!” I want to confess to him He deserves some sort of explanation We say goodbye and he hugs me I know your pain, I tell him He calls me brother And says that we are the same I watch him leave the Coffee House My eyes water as he gets on his bike XIII Three months later I get a postcard It is an apology from you You went to be with your professor And now live in Sacramento XIV I seek out Lars at the Coffee House Almost every time I go there I see him often and we talk But never at the tables I now drink some chocolate drink I am getting a tattoo next week We are talking about doing bike races together But we never talk about you
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Canned CondolencesJanet Kuypers 12/13/08I held her and couldn’t control my crying
we were waiting
once we were waiting
the doctor kept saying
when a loved one’s about to die
we stroked her head to calm her
like a passenger in a nearby car
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Watch this YouTube video performed for C Ra McGuirt (Penny Dreadful Press) in Nashville 12/20/08 |
Watch this YouTube video Live at Mercury Cafe, live in Chicago 02/28/09 |
Or see the full YouTube video of the full (give me 5 minutes) show, live in Chicago 02/28/09 |
Watch this YouTube video (studio session 03/16/09) |
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers’ poem Canned Condolences (Cfs) live 7/8/15 at the open mic the Café Gallery in Chicago, from the October 2009 v201 issue of cc&d |
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers’ poem Canned Condolences (Cps) live 7/8/15 at the open mic the Café Gallery in Chicago, from the October 2009 v201 issue of cc&d |
See YouTube video of Janet Kuypers hosting the poetry open mic 7/8/15 at Gallery Cabaret’s the Café Gallery in Chicago - WHICH INCLUDES HER READING THIS PIECE |
Matthew McConaughey
Adam McGavin |
EmptyChris Butler
The glass is
But the glass
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Old DogI.B. Rad
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EdenMel Waldman
In a dark dream of illumination, a widower traveled to Eden and found Adam and Eve lying naked near the Tree of Life. Adam slept peacefully, but within his tranquil dream a tempest was approaching. Eve was awake and gazed quizzically at the Heavens, discovering, perhaps, something or someone of interest from a distant universe.
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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, CHILDREN, CHURCHES AND DADDIES and DOWN IN THE DIRT (SCARS PUBLICATIONS), 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 /www.amazon.com, and other online bookstores or through local bookstores. Recently, 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 /www.amazon.com, and other online bookstores or through local bookstores. A 7-volume short story collection was published by World Audience, Inc. in June 2007 and can also be purchased online at the above-mentioned sites.
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Two ShovelsJoseph B. Cleary
Curt punched the steering wheel. It jiggled. He was going to have to get it fixed again. He put down the window of his red 1995 Sable and spit. Every turn he made got him more confused. He should have printed out the directions, but after he made his decision and found out where he had to go he grabbed his rifle and headed out the door. He didn’t want to suffer for another second of the last year of his life. Still, he didn’t recall the directions saying anything about turning off into a ghetto.
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Banging Sylvia PlathJoshua Copeland
“I want you to get out in the world. I want you to meet people. Be like other people. Be like other people.”
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Random Me and YouZhanna Rohalska
You know who I hope will read this piece? You.
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Beware of a HugRay Shoop
After three marriages, none of which were short term, I wondered if I had ever been in love. What was the difference in loving someone or being in love with someone? I married my high school sweetheart; a have to situation and we both dropped out of school to support our unexpected family. Four kids and eighteen years later, we decided we weren’t meant for each other.
Beth greeted us at the door. She looked as I remembered her from fifteen years ago, lost her baby fat but hadn’t aged a day. She hugged and pressed cheeks with my wife.
“Well, I’m surprised your eyes are still in your head,” Marge said. She smiled sweetly and waved goodbye to our hosts as we drove away.
Again, Marge surprised me when she announced at the last minute we were taking Beth out to dinner. I think my heart raced a little. I watched Marge to see if she noticed my gusto. It appeared she hadn’t.
The following weekend was Easter Sunday. Marge invited Beth to sunrise services and breakfast after. I only went to church on special occasions; dinner on the ground, singings and such, mainly to keep Marge off my back. This was a special occasion, so I didn’t hesitate when Beth asked if I was going, I said sure. As that day slowly approached, I became more apprehensive. I couldn’t get that last evening with Beth out of my mind.
Her car was parked in our driveway when I got home. I parked and went to the back door. I touched her car as I walked past it. Why? I couldn’t rightly say. They sat in the living room talking. Beth reclined in my lounge chair and looked frazzled and worn out. I greeted Beth not bothering with the hug thing; she looked too relaxed. I kept going to the bedroom to shower and change clothes. My big screen waited. A while later Marge called telling me to come say goodbye to Beth. I put my slippers on and followed them out to her car. They hugged and I gave Beth a brotherly hug. I wasn’t paying too much attention to what they talked about. The last thing I heard Beth say was. “No. I better not. I’ve already hurt someone’s feelings today.” Marge didn’t have time to ask who, because Beth took off. I knew she said that for my benefit, but why?
Three long years later, tired, weary and on the verge of losing my sanity, I surrendered to the shrew and bought myself out of bondage.
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Facing A Wild LionRaghbir Dhillon
On November 10, 2007, I was visiting my daughter in Phoenix, Arizona. In the evening, my grandson, Sammy, and I were taking our stroll around the man-made lake in the development. Suddenly, the conversation turned to wild animals.
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The Only WayRonald Brunsky
Raindrops were starting to collect on the windshield, as Larry turned on to state route 33. He wanted to get home and unwind after another stressful day at the office.
Starting at the circuit breakers Bob quickly moved through the house. Larry knew from the way that he was shaking his head that the situation was not good. The damage was substantial. Bob said that a tremendous surge of current must have traveled through the ground pipe and overloaded every circuit in the house. All the appliances, the TV, most of the wiring and the circuit breakers were all fried and would have to be replaced; the walls were scorched as the house almost started on fire. In his twenty years of experience he had never seen that much damage from a lightning strike that hadn’t actually hit the house.
Finally, everything was ready. The electrical work was completed and all the new appliances had arrived. He appreciated his parents putting him up, but after two weeks he was more than ready to get back home. So on Friday morning he moved back in.
Saturday morning Larry met Molly and his parents for breakfast. His parents couldn’t stop talking about the freakish weather events that occurred last night.
Molly and him spent Saturday afternoon at Bottleneck Point, a popular spot on the lake, visited gift shops and flea markets. It was after eight when he finally got home. Although, he always enjoyed Molly’s company he was very anxious to get back to the computer.
As the weeks went by the unusual weather events became less and less in the news. The weather channel finally chalked them up to sunspot activity or whatever to ease the public’s mind.
When Larry said, the only way to solve the country’s problems was to have the right man with total power, he never believed in his wildest dreams that he might actually be that man. But for whatever reason he was, and now he must make the most of it.
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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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