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enjoy this writing from Janet Kuypers in the cc&d free 2015 PDF file chapbook: Poetic Shades of Chocolate (w/ never-before performed poems) live 6/20/15 in the “10 Shades of Chocolate” event Click the title or the cover to download the free PDF file chapbook. |
 
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Order this writing in the Janet Kuypers poetry book: a year long Journey Order this 6" x 9" ISBN# book today of writing from performance art shows from June 2014 through June 2014
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This writing was accepted for publication in the 108 page perfect-bound ISSN# / ISBN# issue/book “Rhetoric and the Written Word” cc&d (v267) (the January 2017 issue)  You can also order this 6"x9" issue as a paperback book: |
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enjoy this writing from Janet Kuypers in the cc&d free 2017 PDF file chapbook: “Book Release & Book Reading” of poems chosen for a featured 3/1/17 poetry reading live at Half Price Books in Austin Texas (1-3PM) of poems in 3/1/17 book releases, plus past book poems Click the title or the cover for the chapbook. |
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Order this writing in the book Things Found in Books the cc&d July-Dec. 2016 collection book |
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| Fuming in the Morning
Janet Kuypers 5/11/15 When I wake up every morning, unlike everyone else, I rip the blankets off of me because I’m boiling hot. Been trying to figure out why. When I wake up every morning alone, I wonder if my missing you manifests itself by leaving me tossing and turning in my dreams, until I wake up in a sweat. These must be my red-hot thoughts percolating up inside me in the middle of the night, leaving me fuming in the morning. This is what I wonder. Is this what being without you makes me do. I think I run to you all night long. When I go to bed at night after a day without you, I’m ice cold. But my brain spends hours throughout the night in my sleep to think about us together. To think about trying to find you. To spend hours thinking about what being without you means. And I wake up, like I do every morning, after feeling like I’ve mentally run a marathon, and I go about my day, alone. Life makes me cold again. And I wonder what it takes to get back to you again. |
