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enjoy this writing from Janet Kuypers in the cc&d free 2016 PDF file chapbook: Masquerading in Costumes and Personas of new poetry, edited poetry & classic poems live 10/1/16 at Austin’s the Bahá’í Center Click the title or the cover to download the free PDF file chapbook. |
 
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This writing was accepted for publication in the 108 page perfect-bound ISSN# / ISBN# issue/book... “a Finch in the Window” Down in the Dirt, v150 (the October 2017 Issue)  You can also order this 6"x9" issue as a paperback book:  |
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Order this writing in the issue book the Light in the Sky the Down in the Dirt Sept.-Dec. 2017 collection book |
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Janet Kuypers 1991 prose, edited 9/16/16 and 9/22/16 for 10/01/16 show The doorbell rang. “Who could be stopping by at this hour?”, I thought, but I put my work down and walked to the door. A man in a plaid suit stood in the entryway with a worn book in his hand. His business suit seemed like a costume that looked comical for this sad clown... I almost exptected to see a twirling bow tie or water to squirt out of the fake flower in his pocket, but he flashed me a tired, business-like smile. It almost seemed genuine. As he rambled on and on about... Well, I don’t really know what he said. I don’t even know what he wanted. “What is he selling?”, I thought, and my head became dizzy with his confusing words. Try to be nice to the strange man; he knocked on your door, and you felt obliged to greet him. It all seemed like nonsense... You listened to his words; you tried to make sense of his nouns and his verbs, and when you heard fractions he mentioned a call to action — I didn’t like what I heard. But I tried to listen. I wanted to listen. But after a while I had to hold on to the door frame: I had to keep myself steady while this man’s thoughts tried to knock me down. I finally stopped him. “What are you trying to sell me? What are you trying to do?”, I asked. The man looked at me and said, “I’m trying to sell you an ideology. I am trying to poison your mind.” I slammed the door in his face. Alone, I let go of the door frame. I fell down. |
