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Kuypers and C Ra McGuirt, Memphis, at the 2009 Cana-Dixie Union 05/09/09
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Published in her book Close Cover Before Striking, read (for future audio CD release) 06/28/11 on WZRD radio, from the main camera
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Published in her book Close Cover Before Striking, read (for future audio CD release) 06/28/11 on WZRD radio, from the mini camera
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video 06/26/11 of the majority of the WZRD radio show with her reading poetry (including this poem) from the main camera
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See YouTube video live 6/16/18 of Janet Kuypers reading her poems “Never Did the Same”, “Cocktail Hour” and “Knew All Along” from her poetry readings collection book “Chapter 38 v3” at “Recycled Reads” open mic (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix 2500 camera).
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See YouTube video live 6/16/18 of Janet Kuypers reading her poems “Never Did the Same”, “Cocktail Hour” and “Knew All Along” from her poetry readings collection book “Chapter 38 v3” at “Recycled Reads” open mic (this video was filmed from a Panasonic Lumix T56 camera).

cocktail hour

I remember when I was little
when dad would come home
from work, mom would always
have two gin martinis ready
for them. She’d put the glasses
in the freezer, with ice cubes
in them, an hour before he was
due home. That was their time
to sit together, talk about their
day.
Sometimes they’d joke, is it
cocktail hour yet?, and they’d
look at the time, 4:55, close
enough.
So little vermouth that some-
times they’d pour a capful of
vermouth in, swirl it around
in the glass with the ice cubes,
then pour the extra vermouth
out.
I never liked gin; the smell is
too strong. But I always think
of the end of the day when I
smell a martini.
And at restaurants, too, dad
would always order for them.
two dry martinis, on the rocks,
with a twist. You know, some
things just flow off your
tongue when you’ve heard them
said enough. two dry martinis,
on the rocks, with a twist.


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the book Close Cover Before Striking the book The Beauty and the Destruction