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enjoy this writing from Janet Kuypers by clicking the title or the cover from the cc&d free 2017 PDF file chapbook: “Meant to do Big Things” of new & classic poems about life as a women in the world (from a woman) performed live 6/3/17 in an Austin Texas show @ the Bahá’í Faith Center, read to sampled & live electric bass & acoustic guitar played with a bow. |
 
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This writing was accepted for publication in the 108 page perfect-bound ISSN#/ISBN# issue/book “the End of the World” cc&d, v279 (the January 2018 issue) Order this as a 6"x9" paperback book:  |
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| \My Brain Was (2017 Streamline)
Janet Kuypers started 5/20/14, written daily through 5/24/14, streamlined 5/24/17 My brain was fighting to get out. My brain was stupefied after my name was called for winning the award. The only thing my brain could think was that the man on stage from the American Legion with my medal looked like he was the nicest man on earth. My brain was crouching down on top of that glacier when the wind became just that violent. My brain was commanding my fingers and toes, my rosy cheeks and the tip of my nose, no, you’re not cold, just lean back and watch the dancing and arcing of the Aurora Borealis, because one thirty a.m. is the best time to see them on these late September days just south of the arctic circle. So... Deal with the cold. You’ll be glad you did. My brain was determined to get to the top of that mountain - I know I’m not a climber, I know I prefer hot tubs but those ski lifts are closed and these are the Alps and really, how many times will you get the chance to climb the Alps? My brain knows you’re only wearing sandals and socks and there’s snow and water everywhere, but this is your only chance... My brain felt like a heel being carried past the last water pit coming back down from that mountain. But looking back, my brain was pleased. It had to try. My brain was trying to remember how to breathe, turning my head, hoping I could catch my breath as the atmosphere was pushing me at one hundred twenty miles per hour before someone pulled my parachute cord. My brain was on high alert, but more than that, my brain was excited to keep swimming further down to get closer to the row of over two dozen white-tipped sharks off the Galapagos islands. My brain was keeping me awake again last night, thinking about what went down during the day or what I gotta do tomorrow. My brain’s always thinking of new places, contemplating new challenges, opting for new options. I lie awake and I think that’s my brain for you, always looking for something new. |
