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. |
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a note from the editor |
the Evolution of cc&d
In the beginning of cc&d (I’m talking 1993 and 1994), the 5.5"x8.5" saddle-stitched magazine came out monthly, though even in the early days there were sometimes two issues which came out in a month. By 1995, four or 5 issues were coming out every month. By volume 75, because we had so many good contributions, we changed our format from 5.5"x8.5" to 8.5"x11", adding an expanded news section, a political news section, a letters to the editor section, a lunchtime poll topic, and a philosophy monthly section. We even started including sections of Scars books in issues. But when I was leaving to travel the country for nearly a year starting in the end of 1997, I decided to produce 6 issues of cc&d released in 1998 in advance, so I wouldn’t have to worry about the production of the magazine.
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Shooting Midgets from a Catapult
Newamba |
bioNewamba was born and raised on a chicken farm in the Florida Keys by a suicidal cult of transvestite prostitutes who dressed up in gorilla suits and played loud Polka music from distorted speakers at all hours of the night. After escaping the chicken farm, he was taken hostage by an Elvis impersonator that forced him at gunpoint to write poetry. He was later able to flee from the Elvis impersonator and now wanders the streets of South Beach in a trench coat and women’s lingerie, spitting out bizarre poems as he pleases. His work has been published and featured at 10K Poets, BadWriter, NC Lowbrow, MySpace, EveryPoet.Net, PoemHunter, and various toilet stalls across Florida.
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Then AgainEric Obame
A fifteen-minute walk away from my house in Potomac
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Roadside CrossRichard King Perkins II
A complete cycle of heat and snow
Gone too
but I’ve thought of you
Even today I noticed
without the faintest chance
Originally appeared in Zillah.
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The N WordMel Waldman
What would Martin Luther King, Jr. think if he wandered
What would he say to other Blacks or Hispanics or Caucasian
sharing its foul scent of degradation, the raw odors of human Yes, what would he think or say?
I do not understand.
We fought hard and long for civil rights. We dreamed of racial
Our children twist, contort, and distort the real meaning of the
The N Word is our obliteration and annihilation, the end of It is the beginning of the end-the apocalypse!
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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 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 /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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“On Tattoos” by a tattooistPaul Pikutis
‘All white kids want Asian dragons and symbols they can’t read.
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Paul Pikutis bioPaul Pikutis graduated from Emerson College in Boston, MA only to discover how useless a writing major can be. After conning his way into the medical editing field, he is now trying to fight his way into the publishing world. Paul Pikutis’ work has been featured in the Art Times.
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the poem “on tattoos,” by a tattooist by Paul Pikutis Read by Janet Kuypers, Editor in Chief of Scars Publications |
Watch the YouTube video read live 02/02/10 at the Café in Chicago |
Everybody’s in the Terrible TwosCEE
The reason Princess Di
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Not a Roman LeftCEE
Never go back on your word
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When Taxes Supercede DeathCEE
Liberty’s torch was cooler in older times
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the poem When Taxes Supercede Death by CEE Read by Janet Kuypers, Editor in Chief of Scars Publications |
Watch the YouTube video read live 02/02/10 at the Café in Chicago |
Cage of CrowsJe’free
In a midnight dream,
Somebody ruffled the cage open,
I chased the crow that took your picture,,
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AnewJe’free
Let me say this like the very first time -
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Cleveland CinquainMichael Ceraolo
Meeting-
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Cleveland Cinquain (flag)Michael Ceraolo
A sand
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Milk With Marvin, My CatTendaiI R Mwanaka
I gave Marvin some milk to drink
I spoke of the D.R.C
I spoke of Zimbabwe’s problems
I spoke of South Africa
And I thought it must have been-
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TendaiI R Mwanaka BioTendaiI R Mwanaka was born and bred in Zimbabwe, Nyanga district, in Nyatate area, in the village of Mapfurira. He has had a lot of stories and poetry published in over 50 magazines and journals in the following countries among others, UK, USA, Australia, Canada, Italy, New Zealand, India, and South Africa. He has work forthcoming in the following among other magazines and journals, Potomac, CAIRNS, Yellow medicine review, Memoirjournal, Red wheelbarrow, Decanto, Numinous, Inclement, Of-the-coast, and several poems have appeared in anthologies. He has also won several prizes. He is presently staying in Johannesburg, South Africa.
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Extra CreditColin Gilbert
When the girl who looked like sun rays fell
their fingers forming a miniature firing squad.
Each second writhed with a fullness of life known
The classroom became a convocation hall.
Girls discovered cutting boards in their wrists
As the earthquake of blonde hair and innocent
a whiff of smoke. They knelt beside the child
The teacher and nurse resembled pallbearers lifting her
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The Rapacity of AvariceKevin John Dail
It’s time to exchange pigs for eagles
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Escalators and VertigoJoshua Copeland
The days go by like calendars
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Phobias Begin When I Get MarriedDiane Fleming
A stranger’s gaze telescopes
Everything moves fast
into a memory of cake.
That song about him leaving?
If I could blacken the windows
from thrumming a rut in my head.
Now I can’t go here, I can’t go there.
wrong or right, or changes. People think
My roots beg for a drink
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Diane Fleming bioDiane Fleming is a poet and short story writer. She won the Tenth Annual Austin Chronicle Short Story Contest, and is the author of “Trip to Normal,” a book of poetry. She has an MFA in creative writing from UBC Vancouver. She lives in Austin, TX, where she is a technical writer for a software company.
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Foot FetishDavid Lawrence
I pulled the goose from your stocking.
I put some ketchup on your toe and
I love you as much as the first day you
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Romancing the BabiesJulie Kovacs
Nadya Suleman was in love with being an Octomom
The baby-centered western world has no shortage of women
People would ask me why I am not in love with children.
But since I do not romance babies, children, or childbirth,
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In My DefenseHolly Day
It should have changed my life. I watched him
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Nightmare on Main StreetCopyright R. N. Taber 2009
Jobs tossed away like beer cans
Homes breaking up like levees
Bankers playing the blame game
In politics, business much as usual
World religions cleaning up on new
Told to save on energy – and who—ll
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A Watery EndAdrienne Sass Paek
Tell me again
Did you fight the current
Did you see our faces
Your lover
To bear the burden
So tell me again
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Sea in my EyesLuis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
It is always at night when you come to my memory.
At dawn I wake from my recurrent nightmare
flashes by. It is always raining and I feel a sharp
In this nightmare place I kiss you, but feel nothing.
You swallow the rose, thorns and all, and
In reality your kiss was bliss; but that was so long ago.
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Sea in my Eyes a poem by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, read by Dinah Stuart 12/01/09 |
Watch the YouTube video |
Floating Away with the TideJanet Kuypers08/17/09
I always thought I was the center of the action
I suppose that’s how I’m forced
but I come to these gatherings
But fine,
because now you go out onto the water
you keep trying to stick to them
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Janet Kuypers performing the poem Floating Away with the Tide |
Watch this YouTube video live at the Cafe in Chicago 08/18/09 |
How You Know
Janet Kuypers |
Faith Comes OnlyJanet Kuypers08/17/09
You made your choice and you went home with your faith
I hope your faith
I realized something
nothing
nothing
apparently you only have faith
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Poem from the Spaghetti Scrapbooks
Kenneth DiMaggio |
Trying to be BeautifulSonya Feher
Sometimes, there’s a group of bodies, topless
By the time the discussion ends, sodas are finished,
So it is a rush for towels,
Eventually the boys pretend to go home but spy
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DualityHeather Rae Nelson
Most of the world has a spiritual concept of balance for the self. The Taoists used yin and yang in harmonious conjunction. The Germans believed their doppelganger could foretell disaster. I could wake up and stare at my spiritual balance snoring in the bed next to me.
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Talk is CheapRonald Brunsky
“Man this coffee’s hot — I think I burned my tongue!” Jason said, as he dashed to the water cooler.
The arriving police team quickly secured the break area and interviewed the lucky few who had escaped. They knew that Jason and Mike were being held hostage and by phone demanded that Louis free them.
The police were almost ready to rush the office. The final plans were being made. Everyone was in position.
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Smash it upErnest Dean
The bottle of Jack Daniels flew higher and higher and then it stopped for a moment, as if an ghost had suddenly grabbed it, only to start its descent a second later. It smashed loudly as it hit the ground, with the trademark sound of a bottle when it breaks. It was quickly followed by a flying XX beer bottle and laughs, lots of laughs. I remember smiling along but I must have done a poor job, because she stared at me and said:
It was easy. It was quick, messy, and hot. She knew how to move and her pussy was tight, wet and warm. I came on her stomach as she laughed.
I put my pants and Chuck Taylor’s on, and found my t-shirt under the bed. I left the room while the Russian was saying:
I heard Susanne jumped out of her apartment’s window not long after that night. The twins and the Russian never understood, but then, they don’t understand much about anything.
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Holmes BeachJulia O’Donovan
I think I was about five that first time I went to Florida. I have a small photo album full of pictures from that trip. Me jumping in the pool clutching a swim ring, mom holding my hands walking me along the shore. Sitting with Grandma O’Donovan, pretending to be drinking a beer out of an empty bottle. That little album represents some of my most treasured memories of childhood.
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A Dose of Mistaken IdentityJ. Rollins Hughes
“Mr. Wiltenham? Time for our medications,” the overly amicable plump young nurse stated as she entered the room quietly on her soft-soled shoes carrying a little paper cup in which she purportedly had some medications.
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StringsFred Venturini
“She was a blonde,” Gerald said. “A nurse named Sally. She worked out and had a hard body, but it was like talking to cardboard. She was devoid of imagination. She wasn’t you.”
Marriages form in a cast of good intentions. Built from love, forged with faith, stamped with a kiss. But these vessels aren’t built for the rough seas. Some make it to shore, boards splintered, sails tattered, crew exhausted and sick of each other. Others plain sink, lashed by the Leviathan of money, seduced by mermaids of sex, lanced by Poseidon’s trident laced with lethal boredom.
The line curls around the side of Barney’s Pub, the lighted reader board on the side of the building proclaiming, “Midnight Awaits!”
She’s got raven-black hair with thick strands of red layered in. Mixed drink in one hand, her other hand kicks a swath of hair behind her shoulder, like she’s on a shampoo commercial.
At the bar, Ryan chuckles over another Foster’s. “Dude, so she looks up and says that she smells another girl’s breath. So what the fuck, I can just shrug, and she smiles and just keeps on dippin.’ I swear, I think her and her rainbow-headed oompa loompa friend pack a box lunch once in a while. That would be so hot, man.”
He walks through the door, suitcase in one hand, papers in the other.
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The Black MorningK. Agnihotri
At first, all I can remember about my dream is that I had been screaming. I had been screaming my lungs out. Something had just happened that made my blood run cold and my heart skip a beat. And then I woke up, and instantly forgot what had made me scream.
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Halloween in Fulton RiverC. Patrick Murphy
Tina and her parents didn’t approve of Halloween, but for little Brianne’s sake they agreed to a compromise. The family would ignore supernatural trappings associated with the holiday, instead treating it as a celebration leading to a masquerade ball. Brianne had no concept of ghosts, witches, or goblins. The skeletons and black cats displayed in neighborhood homes or downtown storefronts were meaningless decorations to her. For Tina and Brianne, Halloween was a celebration of autumn, a glorification of God’s changing seasons. Others could dwell on the macabre and the evil; the Waldon family would give thanks for the good.
Drew didn’t usually leave the door to his bedroom open, and Chris was unsure whether this signified an invitation or an oversight. He hovered at the threshold of his brother’s bedroom, ready to dodge projectiles or profanities. Drew had been grounded for weeks, though Chris suspected he’d been able to sneak out a few times. The punishment seemed excessive, and Drew’s mercurial temperament made his brother cautious.
The Yellow Submarine Sandwiche Shoppe was as busy on a Monday night as Tina had ever seen. Little trick or treaters and their parents filled the booths, making an evening of their night out on the town. High school students dashed in for a quick sandwich before embarking on a night of mischief and merrymaking. There wouldn’t be a lot of homework completed on this particular Halloween night. When Tina saw the huge dinner crowd, she suspected she’d made a mistake making an appearance with Brianne. Sure enough, when Ted saw her, he made his urgent plea. “Think you could give us a hand, just until the crowd dies down? Derrick’s still a little slow, and Alicia doesn’t have much patience with him.”
Mitchell Kazense was in a worse mood than usual. The town cops had been out in full force tonight, parked in the shadows, endlessly patrolling the streets, popping up and the most inopportune times. It wasn’t like Mitchell and his friends intended any real damage. They’d soaped a few car windows, tee-peed a few trees, put some junior high kids in their place. But they’d also been careful not to get egg on aluminum siding or automobile paint. The line between pranks and vandalism, bright red and clearly drawn, made the difference between a stern lecture from Officer Burnside and a trip up to Galesburg in the back seat of a squad car. Anyway, they hadn’t got to pimp as many people as they would have liked.
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BensKelsey Noble
“Allegra, look over there,” Skye leaned in to talk to me then pointed at somebody across the room. “Isn’t that the guy that came up and talked to you after the poetry reading last week?”
“Beep! Beep! Beep!” Allegra opened her eyes to search for her phone. She looked at the screen and realized it was the alarm that she had set before she and Skye went out last night. She sat up on the couch that she had slept on. Skye was just coming down the hallway from the bathroom.
Allegra rolled over and looked at her glowing, vibrating cell phone. She attempted to focus her eyes on the screen. The words blurred under the gaze of her sleepy eyes. She flipped it open.
Allegra heard the phone in the kitchen ringing. She dashed through the apartment and grabbed it right before the answering machine picked up.
Allegra rapidly punched in Brendan’s number into her cell phone and pressed send. She wanted to end it. She had decided. This was the way to go. She needed to break things off with him and move on. She didn’t need all this baggage anymore. Let go, move on, meet new people—that was how things where after a break-up.
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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 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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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 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.
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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.
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.
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