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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I’ll Stick With The Civil War OneCEE
It might be nice to have a chess set that’s honest
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Janet Kuypers reading a poem by CEE from cc&d magazine June 2010 (v209, the 17 year anniversary issue) I’ll Stick with the Civil War One |
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What I Would Have Been, 1968CEE
The one who eschewed the reefer
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FrictionJe’free
Someone once warned us
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a clown of stardust, agingDerek Richards
i’ve spent my entire life
yesterday, my daughter,
looking for a birthday clown who can
i suppose my wife wouldn’t be happy,
who else can turn an ordinary balloon
and so i watch Darlene drown her soul
when Andrea found out about the cancer,
i pick up the telephone and dial her number.
two years ago, on New Year’s Day,
it’s so easy to manipulate mascara,
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About Derek RichardsAfter performing both music and poetry around the Boston area for twenty years, Derek Richards shed his fear of rejection and began submitting his work this past August. So far his poetry has appeared in over thirty publications, including; Lung, Word Riot, Cantaraville, Soundzine, The Centrifugal Eye, Opium 2.0, Splash of Red, Calliope Nerve, Right Hand Pointing, Breadcrumb Scabs, Tinfoildresses, Poets Ink, The Foundling Review and Underground Voices. He has also been told to keep his day job by Quills and Parchment. His dog, cat and two ferrets admire his attempts to be honest, direct, brilliant and lucrative. Also, he wants you to know that he has compiled over 50 fantasy sports championships. Happily engaged, he resides in Gloucester, MA, cleaning windows for a living.
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W o G
Charlie Newman
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Janet Kuypers reading a poem by Charlie Newman from cc&d magazine June 2010 (v209, the 17 year anniversary issue) (also in the cc&d book “Deckard Kinder / Charlie Newman”) W o G |
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Loving FourJanet Kuypers01/18/10 1
you called to me
you feel like cashmere
I touch you 2
only when I stop for lunch
so I grab you by the neck it’s like you’ve trained me well
I pull you closer to me 4
you want me only
and you know, this is what I cherish 4
so at nights
you usually want to test me
curl up against my body that’s when I’m able to sleep
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introduction to the show at the Cafe in Chicago 01/19/10 and the poem Loving Four |
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Passed AwayJanet Kuypers01/18/10
you didn’t pass away
but when you were living, and vibrant
you didn’t pass away
no, you didn’t pass away
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the poem Passed Away |
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Poem from A MosqueXanadu
Allahu akbar, Allahu akbar (i)
Red carpet allover (ii)
Gothic tapering arches (iii)
Fluorescent lights all over
(Thanks to Abdullah—)
REFERENCE
Dr. Muhammed Taqi-ud-Din AL-HILALL,
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Where No Bells TollCopyright R. N. Taber 2010
There is a wood
When you came home
When you came home
When you came home
When you came home
When you came home
There is a wood
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MarilynErica HegenderferI will not survive anonymity
I do not believe I am beautiful
The doll is magic
Defeated alone is misery
Tears are a commodity Oh my, I make a beautiful corpse
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Janet Kuypers reading a poem by Erica Hegenderfer from cc&d magazine June 2010 (v209, the 17 year anniversary issue) Marilyn |
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The PricekaliforniaI lie there dead staring up at the stars i feel the wind on my face from the passing cars. my body is cold bloody and broken i’d still be alive if he had just spoken. he use to watch me from afar to him i was a falling star. he saw me and he made a wish that my fucked up life would inspire him to write poems that made people admire him. a little attention in exchange for my soul but when his life is over he’ll join me in this hole.....hope it was worth it asshole
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Janet Kuypers reading a prose poem by kalifornia from cc&d magazine June 2010 (v209, the 17 year anniversary issue) the Price |
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About Tray DrumhannTray Drumhann’s work explores the dimensions and depth of human nature. His goal is to communicate the personal and cultural dynamics that condition how we view ourselves and others as well as how our individual experiences condition such perception. Notable publications featuring Drumhann’s work include: The Pinch Journal, Tiferet & Adagio Quarterly.
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At the GymJeff Wyman
Her Incan eyes
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Janet Kuypers reading a poem by Jeff Wyman from cc&d magazine June 2010 (v209, the 17 year anniversary issue) At the Gym |
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For WorkMatthew Czerwinski
I pass out flyers for an after school
It is bad but I have kept it
I stand by the blocked-off end of the street
and make a goal out of the gaps in
plus commission
writing my poem. The soccer ball
from the shape I make out of
look at me. It’s 8 AM and I’m
knees, clenched fists in the air,
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Wrong ReflectionHenry Sosnowski
You can feel
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Janet Kuypers reading a poem by Henry Sosnowski from cc&d magazine June 2010 (v209, the 17 year anniversary issue) Wrong Reflection |
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Secret HavenMel Waldman
A year ago, my best friend Harry vanished. The police searched for him and followed a few leads that led nowhere. Until a few hours ago, I thought he was dead. Then I got the call and heard the strangely familiar voice.
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Voodoo CurseMel WaldmanMy office is a rectangular tomb of darkness where trauma survivors and other sufferers come to heal or die. I listen to their horror stories and sometimes, I’m infected with their toxic thoughts and emotions. My name’s Dr. Joseph Savage. I’m a shrink. But how can I fight supernatural forces?
“Doc, I think my mother-in-law put a curse on me. A voodoo curse.”
Professor Robert Michaels left my office in a state of panic and distress. He requested an emergency session the next day. I found a time slot that was open. Before leaving, he showed me pictures of his mother-in-law and wife. Verona is an attractive Haitian woman with dark penetrating eyes that seem to reach into one’s soul. Alicia is devastatingly beautiful and sensuous with hazel eyes and long black hair. Yet she possesses a seductive quality of vulnerability too.
She came to my office after my last patient left, and we made love on the couch in my office. I’m addicted to her and she claims she’s madly in love with me. She killed him in order to be with me, her former therapist. The untraceable poison worked perfectly. And now she will kill the other woman.
At home, I called Safe Haven, the secret government agency I work for, with a disposable cell phone on a secure line.
How can I kill Alicia? But they will kill me if I don’t. Tomorrow, I will get the papers and kill mother and daughter. Or I will run off with Alicia.
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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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Bottom LineRonald Brunsky
As the jurors returned, a vivid scene played in Forest’s mind. His conscious thoughts seldom strayed from that fateful night. The fear he saw in her eyes, the pleas for mercy, moments before he pulled the trigger.
After catching an afternoon flight, Jack had a late dinner with his family. While relaxing with his victory bottle of Chteau Lafite Rothschile Pauillac 1966, he searched the news channels for details of his conquest.
As the weeks went by, the scientific community came down hard on Professor Harns for scaring the public — in their eyes, unnecessarily. They argued he had no substantiated evidence and his prediction could easily set the stage for widespread chaos and panic. They reassured everyone that there was no immediate danger, that no one really knew when the eruption would occur, and more than likely the event was at least several thousand years off.
The Harvard class reunion of 1992 gave Jack and Jerome the opportunity to visit.
The professor’s solution to save at least a minute portion of mankind was to utilize large natural caves that went far below the surface and existed in several countries. They would stay there until the dust had settled from the atmosphere, and the climate had returned to normal.
The last few months had been very busy for Jack. He had been preparing for a blockbuster trial, involving a famous movie star that was scheduled to begin the last week of September. He would be defending Lilli Victoria, the blond bombshell who allegedly poisoned her third husband.
The time was fast approaching the predicted week. Professor Harns demanded that everyone report to the shelter no later than September fifth. The following day all entrances would be blasted shut, and then there would be several million tons of dirt and rock between them and the outside world.
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From Thames to LetheJennifer Marie Theresa Spencer
The sky fell in a dark manner over the castle creating an eerie aura. All was silent and still as the wind moved the trees in a swaying motion. Charity woke up with a start on the ground perhaps fifty feet away from the Tower of London. She pushed her hands against the cold dirt pulling herself to her feet. Frantically looking around her, she momentarily forgot who she was. The taste of metal filled her mouth and as she bit down on something hard. Taking her fingers she pulled out a golden coin covered in blood.
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AbsolutionRobert Hynes
The door bolt echoed throughout the crossing, alerting Father Dorian to the presence of a visitor. The aged priest writhed in his seat, leaning toward the access to the confessional. His hand, flush and thickset, brushed the curtain aside just enough for its owner to peer out into the church. The offering candles flickered in the air stirred by the creaking door. A pause. Then the same door closing. Soon the candles resumed their lifeless vigil in the red candle glasses.
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Robert Hynes bioRobert Hynes is a beginning writer and career soldier, who penned the story “Absolution” during his tour in Iraq. His articles have appeared throughout military professional journals over the course of his career. His most recent work of fiction appeared in the Gryphon Publication’s Hard Boiled in January 2010.
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The Bedtime StoryDanny Rider
Tommy and I lived with our mother in a white trailer at the foot of a red mountain. The mountain was huge, reaching into the sky like a monolithic giant, and was positioned just so that the sunrise would never hit us, leaving our little trailer in its shadow until early afternoon. Our home was only a five minute walk to the base of the rock wall, and there were never any other houses or roads or people there.
That night Mom stayed home and talked a lot to her friend. Tommy and I weren’t left out though. Bradley was really good at keeping the two of us included in the conversation. Occasionally he would wink at one of us, or say something and then turn to me or Tommy and ask us what we thought.
Bradley stayed with us after that night. When my mother went to go into town the next morning, he offered to stay behind and watch over Tommy and I. We spent that day building a small cage to house any lizards we caught, like Bradley had promised. Even when we spent an unsuccessful afternoon hunting lizards, we weren’t at all bothered about returning home empty handed.
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How to be a Battered WomanValor Brown
You marry a man with a checkered past because he tells you he loves you, and you can’t believe anyone would ever want to spend that much time with you.
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The Adventures of Burton and BerniceJohn Duncklee
The two buzzards were members of a flock of buzzards that were soaring through the sky searching for carrion. But, there was something special about these two. They had paired, but so did others. They flew together, but so did others. They could communicate, but not like others. They could actually speak. They could also read. However, they never learned to write.
EPILOGUE:
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No Matter Moses or MohamedDina Hendawi-Coppes
Dear Benny,
My father taught me how to sidestep. He said—we are Egyptian, yes. There’s Nasser, pharaohs, Naguib Mahfouz and Amr Mousa. There’s Islam and Copts, there’s corruption and noise. It’s all warped, he said, history skewed and skewered with clever inserts of winners and losers, the unabashed heroes versus the deranged anti-ones. The indigestible Arab leaders versus the latest sect of offense. America’s the villain. She’s always the villain. Israel is who we hate. And the Brits are who we will blame forever. People embrace the lore like diseased vices. It’s nationalism; it’s archaic; it’s tribalism at best. They tote torched flags with enraged ragged hearts while bombs drop on them with justifications. And a handsome media-strewn face pretends to deliberate his indeed deliberate plans to his ‘first world’ nation. An honest contorted mess, he said.
Your father told you that you’ll never get my stink off of you. I rose up and walked out. You followed me, pleading me to stay, to endure some more. Tolerate his toxicity for you, for us, because afterwards there will be marriage; in spite of him and his dogged ways. Irony is so cruel. You hail heart and unity; black with white; Jews and Muslims. You said I was your Amira, your girl. But now I understand what you saw when you looked at me. You didn’t see my face; you saw Arab composites: a team of black eyes and brows, wiry kinks and curls of hair, swollen lips. You saw an upper hand against your father. You saw someone, not me.
Sincerely,
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A Trip with StrangersRufus Ryan
I was feeling euphoric; appreciating my freedom and liberty like I never had before. My mind was lost somewhere in a psychedelic cosmos, and I was ready to live and ready to die in my cosmic consciousness. I had never felt happier to be alive.
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She Always Truly Loved HimJim Meirose
He downed the third shot and walked across the silent living room full of dark heavy furniture picked out by her thirty years ago. They had gone to the store some weeks before the wedding. She had picked it all out.
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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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