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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One Hitler, Two PotatoeCEE
You CAN spell it that way
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Rio Shout OutCEE
‘Member that time,
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AsphaltJe’free
This is the path -
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NothingJe’free
Nothing -
Nothing -
Nothing -
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She Doesn’t Eat EggsDiane Fleming
She doesn’t eat eggs. She won’t take
heating the stylus in flame, dipping it
There’s a word, she says, for those who crack
I whisk a couple in the bowl.
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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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The Driver’s TestDavid Lawrence
The Chevy crashed into the wall.
I am back in nineteen fifty-seven
What can you do wrong at ten?
I am a small dent waiting
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TuesdayHolly Day
The woman at the store is so nice to me
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The Usual SuspectsCopyright R. N. Taber
Chains dragging on hands and feet,
Casualties of demonstrations against
Let the punishment fit the crime
Gold stars for a job well done, no liberties
Call out the dogs, round up any strays;
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Co-existenceKevin John Dail
The bear lives on my wooded land
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Apollo’s LegacyKevin John Dail
The moon was ours
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the poem Apollo’s Legacy by Kevin John Dail Read by Janet Kuypers, Editor in Chief of Scars Publications |
Watch the YouTube video read live 02/02/10 at the Café in Chicago |
Wilkes-Barre WritingsPaul Pikutis
Getting old when you get to the point that you remember where places “used-to-be”:
the comic shop you grew up in
Women remember all the things from high school, friends, Men reminisce about their first fake ID and the bar that bought the he was really a 23-year-old in a blue wool high school football varsity jacket. They remember their favorite make out spot and all the girls they took there. Whatever number these men give you, subtract twenty. If you get a negative they never took anyone, only heard about it.
These thoughts don’t stop people from working or You haven’t been gone that long and your hometown forgot all about you.
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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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WaitAdrienne Sass Paek
This is not right Please wait
Not you Please wait
Dirt Your weight
Hair in my face Your weight
No no no And wait
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Cleveland CinquainMichael Ceraolo
Things that
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The Relationship of Space 2Eric Obame
Something is holding the universe together
Something is holding us together
Measured, what is around us is not enough to justify
What matters to us is not enough it seems to hold our relationship
Something is making the galaxies spin away from each other
Something is creating distance between us
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My Future Job OptionsJanet Kuypers08/28/09
okay, so I can’t hold a job in my own profession not having an income really pisses me off
I want to yell at the world
I mean, I get to the point
& that’s when it occurred to me:
when my analytical side dominates me this is really beginning to appeal to me
but after my husband has been adequately frightened
I guess it figures
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Janet Kuypers performing the poem My Future Job Options |
Watch this YouTube video live at the Café in Chicago 02/09/10 |
Watch this YouTube video live at the Café in Chicago 05/04/10 |
Watch this YouTube video of the Janet Kuypers poem My Future Job Options & the Irene Ferraro poem White Moth & the Dina Stuart poem the Mess, at the open mic @ the Café in Chicago 05/04/10 |
Watch this YouTube video 11/06/10 from the TV camera in Lake Villa’s Swing State, live in her “Visual Nonsense” show Sexism and other stories |
Watch this YouTube video 11/06/10 in Lake Villa at Swing State, in Sexism and other stories |
See the full show of Kuypers reading from the TV monitor in the “Sexism and other stories” show, live in Lake Villa’s “Visual Nonsense” 10/20/011/06/10 with this poem at Swing State |
See the full show of Kuypers reading in the “Sexism and other stories” show, live in Lake Villa 11/06/10 with this writing at Swing State |
humanity buries bodiesJames J. Dye
humanity buries bodies,
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My First Girl LoveSonya Feher
She asks if I like marmalade
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and as an added bonus: My First Girl Love by Sonya Feher read by Editor in Chief Janet Kuypers of cc&d magazine live at the open mic at the Café in Chicago 02/09/10 |
Watch the YouTube video read live 02/09/10 at the Café in Chicago |
Getting Newly OldChangming Yuan
you can only talk
you shrink in both ways
what’s supposed to be hard
one attempt
or, one attemptable night
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Changming Yuan bioChangming Yuan grew up in rural China and currently teaches writing in Vancouver. Yuan’s poems (are to) appear in Barrow Street, Best Canadian Poetry (2009), the Cortland Review, Exquisite Corpse and nearly 200 other literary publications worldwide; his first collection Chansons of a Chinaman has recently been released by Leaf Garden Press.
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How I Learned to Stop Worrying
Nathan Wellman |
ButtonsGreg Moglia
After we dress, walk into town
She turns reaches for my shirt
You’re a one button open guy.
She gives her best unhappy look
So silly, so over nothing
I think of Rilke’s letters on love
Find the right person and bingo...love
Let the world look right for her
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BIO SKETCHGreg Moglia is a veteran of 27 years as Adjunct Professor of Philosophy of Education at N.Y.U. and 37 years as a high school teacher of Physics and Psychology. His poems have been accepted in over 100 journals in the U.S., Canada and England as well as five anthologies. He is five times a winner of an Allan Ginsberg Poetry Award sponsored by the Poetry Center at Passaic County Community College. His poem ‘Why Do Lovers Whisper?’ has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize 2005. He has been nominated by the College of William and Mary for the University of Virginia anthology BEST NEW POETS OF 2006. He lives in Huntington, N.Y.
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OCDChris Butler
I’ve rewritten this poem,
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Harrigan, That’s MeRonald Brunsky
Harrigan’s Diner, according to the great grandfather of the present owner, was named after the famous slugger following his memorable visit, in the early 1920’s. His barnstorming tour, on their way to Louisville, made an unannounced stop at the little town of Baxter.
Robert and William Bailey have been coming here since they were toddlers. Now well in their sixties, they can always be found at Carol’s table every Wednesday morning.
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Trippin in TijuanaRufus Ryan
It was early Monday morning; I was drunk and stoned. I was sitting in the back seat of a taxi, smoking a cig as I enjoyed the Mariachi music that was blaring from the taxi’s radio.
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Harry’s BarMel Waldman
Yesterday, I arrived in this nowhere desert town. I found an oasis called Harry’s Bar. I drank hard and fast and got a long-lasting buzz.
He stabbed me three times before I lost consciousness. They say he strolled out of the bar with the other guy by his side. At the local hospital, they operated on me and saved my life. Afterwards, I stayed there three weeks. I travel from town to town. My wounded body is healing. But my rage is devouring me. At night, I look in the mirror and see a twisted face of hellfire. When I fall asleep, I’m back in Harry’s Bar and the fellow is sticking me with his knife. Blood is gushing from my chest. I’m dying. I wake up screaming.
I enter Paradise, a small town about 100 miles from where I got stabbed. I’m hungry and thirsty so I look for the nearest bar/restaurant. A local guy gives me directions and I find the place easily. I park my car and saunter to the bar.
He’s there, in the back with his buddy. And I’m sitting on the stool in the front. He takes out a knife and my alter ego rushes toward him.
I wake up at the hospital again. (Or is it a prison?) In a few days, I get out of bed and stagger to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and shriek: “Who am I?” Tomorrow, we’re gonna take the long walk down Death Row. At noon, we’re gonna sit in the Chair together and get fried. We killed the Good Samaritan.
I wake up screaming. I’m back in Harry’s Bar, clutching a slick glittering knife. Am I dreaming? Do I wear the black shroud of guilt? Or am I a ghost of a ghost?
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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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KendallR.L. Ugolini
Dr. Jorgovski glanced up at me from his camp chair, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers splayed in mid-gesture as he reached toward the small circle of students. “Life,” I said. “When life is extinguished.” “No hope?” The Hare fingered her throat. “None at all?”
From nowhere, tears – melt water, glacial runoff – blurred my vision and slopped down my face. Climatic change – warming – I reminded myself, can cause extinction events. “None.” “Yes,” cried the Condor. “Yes.”
The Coyote Mother clawed the air, signaling for quiet. “All of a sudden, nothing?”
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The Genre-Defying Art ExperienceSarah Enelow
“That doesn’t mean anything to me.”
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What Next, Buck?Ian Bowman
His name was Buck Bradley, and he was thinking stuff. How do I know if Gloria really likes me?
The first result was for modernromance.com. From there he became distracted and clicked on an ad for chickswithdicks.com. Then he thought about his mother. Then he thought it was weird to think of his mother at that particular moment. But he missed his mother. She had died. He could not choose whether or when to miss her.
Something was missing from my life. I knew it. Goddamn it I knew it. So many gaps. My heart was alone, even when my body was not. Going to sleep I was abandoned, even when I lay with another.
Continuing in this manner, Buck completed the article and posted it. Good. Yes. Good! Now for the carefully crafted phone call.
“Hi Gloria, this is Buck!”
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Con VocationJustus E. Taylor
The massive mahogany doors stood open, inviting in a stream of clergymen and women, bishops and cardinals, rabbis, imams and caliphs, ministers, television evangelists and all manner of reverends. Each greeted the other with “hello brother (or sister) I love you,”and they often embraced each other, irrespective of faith, sometimes blocking the doorway for long seconds at a time. The sizeable auditorium was fitted with mahogany pews, rich maroon carpets, stained glass windows, an altar draped in linen edged with gold thread and a raised hand-carved pulpit covered with ornate symbols, projecting from a central pillar of the large chamber. The pulpit was reachable by a small curving stairway. An organ intoned in hushed chords, softening the air with music that was unnamed but decidedly ecumenical.
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Bare FeetN. E. Payne
The slap of bare feet on concrete – that is what growing up sounds like. Thick and solid. Knowing you should have shoes on, but not caring enough to stop. It’s a hushed noise and more felt than heard. It’s a shock because you almost don’t expect the ground to be so hard. Every now and then a stumble and cry as a rock sharply embeds itself in the soft skin of my foot. I rarely ever bled. Never broke a limb. It wasn’t until college that I sprained an ankle. And that was from wearing high heels. Not from any strenuous activity.
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The BraceletKimberly J. Jones
Two in the morning. Amy squirmed between the sheets and fingered the bracelet again. He’d said it was for friendship. He’d said not to tell her parents; people didn’t understand. She flapped the top sheet, as if shaking out a rug, letting the breeze cool her. The gold felt hot against her skin, and even though the links were delicate, the chain around her wrist was strong.
“What’s the big deal?” Barbara yelled while Amy’s mother tried to watch the black and white kitchen TV, craning her head around Barbara. “Nancy’s had her license for over six months. No wrecks. No tickets.”
“Barbara has to go to driver’s ed.,” Amy’s mother said. “Invite Maggie over or something.”
Barbara and Amy bounced on their floats, trying to turn the other’s raft over. The driver’s classes had gone half day and to Amy’s surprise, Barbara spent her afternoons swimming with her. Hank sat on the steps alone, watching the girls play. When Barbara’s float popped and began sinking to the bottom, she said, “Look what you did, moron.”
On Friday night, while the grill heated, Amy’s parents gathered in the kitchen with Hank and Ann. Barbara and Amy had agreed to stay out of the way during their dinner party, but leaned against the hallway wall outside their rooms, across from the kitchen.
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Pale DeathsC. Bryan Brown
Did you know that March 19th is Act Happy Day? Or that November 3rd is Cliché Day? Here’s one for the record books: October 31st isn’t just for trick or treating anymore, no—it’s also National Knock Knock Day. The United States has an entire day dedicated to a line of jokes that no one beyond the third grade cares about. This is the country we live in, the land of the free and the home of the brave.
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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.
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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.
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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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