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.
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Nick DiSpoldo, Small Press Review (on Children, Churches and Daddies, April 1997)
Children, Churches and Daddies is eclectic, alive and is as contemporary as tomorrows news.
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Singular Remembrances
Volume 164.5, September 2006
Special Supplement Issue of
The Unreligious, Non-Family-Oriented Literary and Art Magazine
Internet ISSN 1555-1555
poetry by the editor of cc&d, about the ending of a battle with cancer from her mother, until her passsing, 08/31/06.
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Death Sentence
the verdict has just been drought in
the defense lawyers seemed to have a magnificent case
but the evidence against her was overwhelming
after appeals, her sentence was finally set
but because of her good behavior
when they gave her the death sentence
she had the right to decide when her death would come.
Not if shed die, not how shed die,
those arent her choices
but this court thought they would be nice
and at least let her decide how quickly
she wanted to go
and you know, they set it all up in court
everyone there was wearing their lab coats,
looking very professional
and everyone at the court thought she was
the nicest woman possible
but, we all thought that outside of the court too
and you know, they could be nice to her there
but shes been handed a death sentence
without anything ever being he fault
shes not guilty, of whatever you think, shes not guilty
so giving her the right to decide when to dis
is not a gift everyone is commiting a crime
by allowing this abomination
and you can call yourselves a court
but I know it is like my mother has been tortured
in her Lithuanian gulag concentration camp
post World War II
and now you give her the right to decide when to die
how good of you
so now we, like death sentence protesters,
want to fight against this sentence
want to protest, want to make change
but we know were pounding our little fists
at closed and dead-bolted doors
and we doubt anyone can hear our pleas
so thank you, whoever the Hell you are
for giving my mother the right
to decide when to die
even though the rest of us arent ready
to decide is she should die
at least now, lucky for us, she chooses
that the torture in her concentration camp
can finally stop, even if freeing herself
means her death
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If Shes There
when I was on the phone with her yesterday
mom said she was going to go back home,
across the country
and I told her that Ill visit her
maybe in July, after she gets there
and she replies
If Im there
and you know, under normal circumstances
she could say that because, who knows,
they might go to Tunica
to gamble for a weekend or something
but no, if she might be out of town
shed say so
so just hearing her say &147;if Im there
was just one of the infinite number of ways
it hits home
if shes there, she says
I know Im planning to see her because shes dying
I know our lives are turned upside-down
because shes dying
but every little thing said now, no matter
how innocuous, is like another
nail in her coffin
and I cant pull those nail out
I would if I could, Id scrape my fingers raw
Id bleed a river
but I cant get my fingertips under
those nail heads
and I have to sit here
and let time tick by, until the inevitable
while the tears continue to cry a river
tick, tock, tick, tock
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Im Tired
Im tired
she says to me
and Im getting used to hearing that now
and I know shes older
and I know that she doesnt have the energy
she used to
I never tried to tax her before
to make her do too much
because my mother was older
and
and after the first round of chemo
she was in remission
and I went to visit her for weeks
and she still woke up at five am every day
and she ran errands in the morning
and she started to slow cooking her her foods
and she did her laundry
and by noon
she was getting tired
good thing thats when the soap operas started
then she could sit back and watch tee vee
because she read the newspaper before eight am
and she took care of her work for the day
before noon
so yes, after the chemo
during her recovery
shed get tired
but everyone understood that
she just went through so many rounds of chemo
for her leukemia
itll take forever to fully recover
from the radiation
even though shes in remission
but shes a strong lady
just give her some time
shell get over this hurdle too
and then she started feeling tired all the time
and then feverish
and she went to the doctor
and they said they were wrong
she wasnt in remission
how silly of them, to miss that
so how about a hospice?
because all hope is lost now
thats what they told her
and she went to dad
and the said
lets go back right now
to the good hospital
and theyll take care of her again
and really make everything better this time
and thats the first time
I started hearing from mom
that she really just didnt want
to be in the hospital any more
and Id hear my sister say
that she said the bed was really uncomfortable
stop complaining, mom
this will make everything better
you said so
and after the second round of the chemo
dont worry, its a different chemical this time
so she wouldnt lose her hair
which is now coming back curly
just as she wanted
but after the second round of the chemo
they said it wasnt working this time
she wasnt in remission
so
so she had two options
and Im trying to figure out right now
who hurts more from her decision
her or us
but I hear it now more than ever from her
that shes tired
but thats to be expected
her platelets are low
and shell need to get more blood in a day or two
and her body keeps telling her
with terrifying diligence
that she should be tired
shes trying to heal herself now
you know, because the chemicals cant do it
and I ask her after noon how shes doing
and she said shes tired
but then she explains
that she did three loads of laundry this morning
and she took a shower
justifying her being tired to me
and I come to visit her
and she just took a shower after waking up
but she didnt get a chance to take a nap yesterday
so even though its morning
she falls asleep on the couch in the morning
while I visit
so I just have to keep telling myself
that shes tired for a reason
shes fighting the hardest battle of her entire life
and
and shell eventually lose
thats hard for me to say, you know
because we come from a hearty stock
she shouldnt eventually lose
she shouldnt
and neither should we
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Fifteen Minutes
we never talked much
and now that Im grown up
I dont know what to say
and when Id visit in Florida
its still our relative distance,
our relative quiet
Id usually work on my laptop
either on the porch
or in the kitchen
Id try to help with food
keep asking what you need from me
as I clean up the pans ad dishes
but youd always say
when you work indoors
that you like to sit outside
for only fifteen minutes a day
and when youd go outside
Id join you
and wed sit on the plastic
and metal chairs
in the end of your driveway
maybe talk to each other for a while
maybe youd just tilt your head back
and soak in the sun
and Id try to do the same
but every once in a while
Id turn to see you there
eyes closed, resting in the sun
and just seeing you there
would make me feel better
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Her Blood Is Evaporating
she had to go to the doctors today
they called me in the morning,
because they knew the doctors would take forever
so she went to the doctors today
to get blood
she apparently needed a few pints
so I even asked after the fact:
she didnt cut herself, shes not bleeding
why does she need more blood?
and I couldnt get an answer
I know the cancers made her weak now,
but its not like her blood is evaporating
all I know is than when she needs blood
she feels very tired, lethargic
and she has more energy with more blood
so I wonder: is the cancer actually
destroying her blood so she needs more?
and will she have to do this until she dies?
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Wither Away
saw my mother today
am getting used to seeing her sleeping
called hours before I came over
sure, we should be here, my sister said
shes napping now
so she should be awake when I got there
and they had game shows on
one called Lingo, I think
and moms eyes were opening
and closing
over and over again
she should be feeling better now, I think
she should be one the road
to getting home
and feeling more at peace with her life
I gestured to say good bye today
told mom that I didnt know if shed be leaving
to go back home before this weekend
so this is the last chance I might see her
but I could visit her at home
if thats okay with her
and she said
I dont want you to me me wither away
and I said,
mom,
we want to see you,
we love you
and I kissed her arm
and her forehead
and I did my best to not cry
wither away, she says
even if I see her for weeks
months
years
lying on the couch
falling in and out of sleep
my memories of her will not wither away
the things she has given me
will not wither away
and my love for her will not wither away
it wont
I promise
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Every Minute I Can Get
drove seventy-seven miles
to see my mother for twenty-seven minutes
we couldnt stay long
but I wanted to see her once
on her last day in town
before she dies
it was twenty-one weeks
since I have been to her home
which was ten weeks
since she was in the hospital
for six weeks
in her first round of chemo
I drove fifty-five miles to the hospital
during both of her rounds of chemo
and now that she stopped the failing treatment
two round of chemo was enough
for my mom to know
so after shes been out of the hospital
for thirty-three days
and she leaves tomorrow
I dont know, maybe eight am
less than sixteen hours from now
but shes leaving for home
so she can relax before she dies
I cant guess a number
on how long shell live
I can only tell you the numbers
of her red blood cell
and white blood cell counts
details about the hemoglobin
I could tell you her platelets are up
but theyre only numbers
but now that shes leaving,
thats all I have left
so she leaves tomorrow
one thousand, three hundred
seventy-six miles,
six blocks
away from me
so call me selfish
but Ill settle
for seventy-seven miles
one more time
even if it is to only see her
for twenty-seven minutes
Ill take every minute I can get
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The Last Time He Sees Her Alive
06/27/06
thank you for your wonderful daughter
are some of the words John said to her
because if they leave soon to go back home
it might be the last time he sees her alive
and she said
Im glad she has you
you two are a great pair
and when I first heard that
all I could think
was that she was glad I had you to lean on
as she is dying
and I know thats not what she said
and Im sure thats probably not what she meant
but that sticks in my head anyway
because I know it comes up at the most
inopportune times, and I start crying
or at least I try to stop myself
and if John sees that I need it,
he lets me collapse in his arms
and I dont know how many times Ill do this
I dont know how long this pain
of impending death will continue
so thank you for creating me
whether or not it was for john
because I dont know how I could lose you
if I didnt have him to help me survive
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Rings Like Gravestones
07/05/06
I like to have nice rings on my fingers
I dont have much, but I like gemstones
on my rings, I dont bother
with big earrings
or expensive necklaces
I think theyre too much
but I like rings
and it makes me feel bad, in a way
that my mother gave me a few of her rings
knowing she was going to die
and not wanting her children to argue
over who gets what
so Ive got these rings I like to wear
but now I know for a fact
that on each of my middle fingers
whenever I go out in public
Ill be wearing rings my mother gave me
not even onces she gave me before
but ones she gave
knowing she would die soon
but I wear these rings
its not like I have a choice in the matter anymore
and I know that no one thinks anything
of the rings Im wearing
so I become the only one
treating these rings live gravestones
when no one has even died yet
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Shes Going Home
06/28/06
Ive cried about it
over and over again
its like Im almost
getting used to the idea
I see her every weekend
so I can see her
as much as I can
before she leaves
to go across the country
back to her home
so she can die
and Ive tried to learn
about whats killing her
if the chemo doesnt work
I hear of other
more radical treatments
we could look into
but I know
she doesnt want
any more treatment
she doesnt want
to be in the hospital
any longer
you see,
shes decided
that shes ready to die
and the rest of us
have to catch up to her
to understand it
to be ready for it
to accept it
but I dont know
if that means
Ill stop crying
just heard today
from my sisters house
where mom is
gaining her strength
before she can
make the trip home
that shes leaving
by this weekend
too quickly
for me to be able
to see her
one more time
and I know, I know
Id visit her now
and she would be tired
and shed barely move
and when Id call
theyd tell me
to not talk too long
because they dont want me
to make her too tired
and I know its been trying
Christ, I know its harder for her
but its been hard to see her
like this
but at least this way
I was able to
see her
which is more
than I have now
because shes going home
and I know, I know
shes not dead
but shes going there to die
and when shes there
I cant see her
tired or not
when she goes back
shes that much closer
to death for me
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I know she wants to be there
at her home
with her clothes
and her kitchen
and the chair
she watches tee vee in
in the den
at her computer
where she plays her games
and checks her email
I know she want to be there
for the billions of plants
shes got growing
aroud her house
I swear, she could shove
a dead stick in the ground
and it would grow,
I dont know how she does it
she brings life to everything
isnt that funny
she brings life to everything
the sweetest woman in the world
and now shes going home
to die
I know its better for her
I keep agreeing with her
her friends
and neighbors
are there
she has people to talk to
the weather is better there for her
she doesnt want
to be a guest
in someone elses house
like she has been
through recovery
from her multiple rounds
of failing chemo treatment
she doesnt want
the hospitals any more
she wants to be home
its better for her there
I know this
I have to keep telling myself that
I know its true, shes happier there
I have to keep telling myself that
they have to make sure
shes healthy enough
for her trip
across the country
back to her home
so shes been recouperating
so she can go home
and fall apart in peace
my brain has to keep
reminding my soul
that shell be happier there
but my soul says
that her going there
just puts her
one step closer
to being gone
forever
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Pain Is Weakness/
Pain Is A Crutch
07/27/06
Pain is a crutch
is on a t-shirt I own
marines wore that t-shirt
in my brother-in-laws division
says something about strength,
determination
and when the first round of chemo
didnt get my mothers leukemia
into remission
when they told my mother
about hospice care
she traveled across the country
for a better hospital
and her second round of chemo
says something about strength,
determination
and when rounds of chemo
didnt work
she decided to forgo
any addition experimental treatments
so I reminded her
of the strength of her father
for when he had cancer
and the doctors said
he had six months to live
he lived for six years
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you know, I heard that a sage said
pain is weakness leaving the body
and maybe all my mother wants now
is for the pain to leave her now,
leave her in peace for good
but I keep remembering
that we come from a long line of fighters
and although pain may be weakness
although pain may be a crutch
well, when theres enough pain
maybe we can use it all
as a pair of crutched
to help us get through anything
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This is What You Leave Me
07/24/06
i stare at myself in the mirror
at eleven fifteen at night
and think of how youre too good to die
youre the good one
youre not the one thats supposed to be dying
youre supposed to be the strong one
youre supposed to be the one
thats supposed to hold us together
thats supposed to hold me together
youre the one
im sobbing like a child now
i cant hold myself together now
and youre not supposed to do this to me
how dare you
i know people lose loved ones
but this is too young for me
i know im not the only one to go through this
but you didnt teach me anything about this
nobody teaches anyone about this
i hate the world for this
and i stare at the mirror
seeing myself sobbing like a child
well
well, you never saw me like this
when i grew up anyway
so i guess now is the time for firsts
but i see myself in the mirror
sobbing like a child for you
and i think
how silly of me
i shouldnt cry like this
but i see myself in the mirror
im an adult
i know better
and think that this reflection doesnt look like you
i look more like dad
dark hair, dark eyes
wrinkles from a furrowed brow and a hard life
when you look at photos
they say i look like you
but right now in this mirror
i look distraught
not the way you are
i see the pain in my face
but its not your face
its not your hurt
its not your anger
its not anything from you
but this is what you leave me
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Really Physically Heal
08/01/06
Im an X Files junkie
still, years after the series finale
and I just recently watched
one of my favorite episodes
written and directed by Gillian Anderson
where she meets with a woman
affiliated with The American Taoist Healing Center
even though Scully is a medical doctor
and a scientist
she had to ask about a friend who was ill
you see, had had heart problems
and this man, this medical doctor and teacher
analyzed his symptoms
and admitted himself to the hospital
where shortly after he was admitted
he almost died, but was saved
well, Scully asked this woman
is her friend could be dying
from a more serious condition
that something in his soul might not be settled
and this woman that worked with the Taoist Healing Center
told Scully that she used to be a physicist,
that she put in eight hour work weeks
and that she was successful
and all that time she thought that she was happy
but she had only cut herself off
from the rest of the world
and she was dying inside
she was in a relationship with another woman
but she couldnt tell anyone about it
for fear of their reactions
and eventually she found out
she had breast cancer
and although the cancer is bad,
this woman said it was the cancer
that got her attention
where she then saw her destructive life she led
and she realized the field had little meaning to her
and after seeing a healer
who taught her to let go of her shame
and being at peace
well, that was when her cancer went into remission
and everyone looks for answers to problems
to be packaged in a nice little box
with a little bow on top
that can just make everything better
but it takes a lifetime of understanding
to be able to not let illness effect you that way
and Ive seen this episode before
but seeing it now, in these circumstances
knowing that my mother was dying form cancer
and there was nothing I could do about it
well, hearing this fictional woman say these words
made me almost think, almost start to panic:
maybe my mother had lived parts of her life
that she did not like,
that she did not want
but she did them because she was married
to the man who ran the construction business
and she had a role to play
and I know she loves her husband
and I know she loves her children
but I really started thinking
that maybe there are things
unsettled in her psyche
that she needs to make better
and then she may be able
to really physically heal
I told my husband about this X Files episode
he remembered it vaguely,
seeing it once or twice in the past
and I explained the story to him again
and I relived those lines again
and I know Ive heard those lines before
but I was never able to put them to practice
so I told my husband what I thought,
maybe there was something mom
had to settle with in her life,
in her soul
and he looked at my doe eyes and said no, Janet, no
he said Im sure she doesnt feel anything like that
so I tried to think of another X Files episode
where Fox Mulder found out
his mother died
and after finding out she committed suicide
he went to her home, looked around
and said her home looked staged,
the FBI agent in him said
she couldnt really have killed herself
there has to be another explanation
and Scully had to tell him
that she really killed herself,
theres nothing more to it than that
and he just have to let go
maybe Im just grasping at straws
because shes still fighting the cancer
and waiting to die
but I want to be that crazy one
exhausting every source
investigating every option
Hell, Ill take an idea from a tv show
Ill take anything I can get
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My Memorials To You
08/17/06
I see the ring youve given me
when you were ready to die
I have no choice mow,
whenever I go out
I wear this ring on my middle finger
with this big blue topaz stone
I wear it like a badge of honor
I wear it like its your tombstone
I wear it like Im some sort of martyr
but I also see the ring I got from you long ago
its a ring from dad of an ankh
with a small diamond in the center
signifying everlasting life
and mean to signify
his everlasting love for you
Ive had that ankh ring
for I dont know how many years
I even remember once wearing it
when I was in California
meeting with Joes religious parents
and I tried to make the right impression
but after the visit
Joe told me that hes sure they noticed
the pagan symbol on my finger
and I was furious, I tried to explain
that ring was a symbol
of my fathers everlasting love
for my mother
but I dont think he cared
and Im sure his parents didnt care
and looking back,
Im sure people always
carry all their baggage around with them
and think whatever they want to think
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its funny,
I dont wear that ankh ring so much now
mostly because Im afraid
that Ill get that loop on top of the ankh
or that point at the bottom of the ankh
caught on something, anything
and maybe break the ring
I dont know,
I guess its funny
how differently
I can treat
my memorials to you
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Mothers Day Flowers Forever
Janet Kuypers, 09/10/06 #1
when I live far away from my mother
youd think the generic thing to do
for Mothers Day
is to send her flowers
you know, from flowers dot com, or ftd or something
and I thought
my mother sees flowering plants
all around her house
year round
and flowers die
so I saw silk flowers at the store
in a clear glass vase
with clear epoxy
to look like water
so it looks like the silk flowers
are in water
and theyll stay perfectly still
in their little vase
so I did this on two years
with both my mother
and my husbands mother
and now
whenever I got to either house
I always feel good
when I see my flowers
we got them for Mothers day
you know, because flowers die
and they kept these flowers from us
and now Im back at my mothers house
helping clean up
having to sort all of her extra make-up
from bins under the bathroom sink
and being there to help my father
with the collection of the ashes,
the death certificates
trying to keep a few mementos
of my mother
after she passed
and I walk into their master bedroom now
to fix dads bed for him
and I see the red flowers
in the epoxy-filled vase
and then I walk out to the porch
and I see the purple and blue flowers
in the epoxy-filled vase
and
and I dont know, at least
my Mothers Day flowers lasted
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Keeping Christmas Ornaments
Janet Kuypers, 09/10/06 #2
I know Im a pack rat
and I keep a lot of things sometimes
but a part of me has always felt bad
because mom and dad,
when my other brothers and sisters were little
they helped them to make Christmas ornaments
from silk spun balls in different colors
my brothers and sisters added pins
with beads through them
into these silk spun ornaments
and they made pretty patterns
and the looked very nice on the tree
and a part of me has always felt bad
that I never had anything like that
that they never did anything like that with me
but I was sifting through
moms Christmas decorations tonight
wanted to see some of those
silk spun ornaments
she kept these thirty, forty years
and I noticed an additional box
of Christmas memorabilia in the back
I looked inside this box
and saw it filled with needlework
first I saw colored yard
designing an image of a candle
and I realized I made this
I continued looking
and saw an ornament in yarn
of a candy cane
and then I saw my lettering in yarn
in cut out patterns
saying noel and the like
I even saw an ivory fabric ornament
tied on the top
with beads sprinkled and glued on the bottom
and no, they arent as pretty
as those silk-spun ornaments
but I couldnt believe
that my mother
kept these Christmas ornaments
and trinkets I made
when I was little
if I ever felt unloved in my life
I have to remember these ornaments
she kept of mine
and shed tears for a different reason
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this isnt fair
this isnt fair
I was going to start
being a punk girl now,
dying the bottom of my hair
bright red
and hey, Im supposed to
go off any marry
one of my closest friends
in a few months
so Im supposed to officiate a wedding
and celebrate with them,
and be able to party
and laugh
and then you have to throw this curve ball at me
this isnt fair
this isnt right
this is supposed to be a time to celebrate
to fly in the face of everything
and stick your tongue out
and say, so what, I can have fun
but
this isnt fair of you, God
why do you make me work so hard
why do you change everything at the last minute
weve worked to stop this
weve done everything we could
weve done our damndest to stop this
weve done our damndest to stop you
stop flexing your muscles
stop proving us wrong
Ive tried to figure you out
and youre not playing fair
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what does your God do
when you feel like you have it all
Ive learned that God doesnt kill you
it just drops you
and says,
youve had it all figured out before
what do you do now?
well, youre killing her
and leaving me wondering how to pick up the pieces
and how to fly in the face of everything
despite everything
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Listening to the Cancer Ads
every time I listen to the radio
and hear an ad for cancer research
(granted, its usually for tumors)
well, now I listen actively
now, I know she had cancer before
breast cancer, cervical cancer
and after the surgery and after the chemo
she got a clean bill of health
and now shes got leukemia
cancer in the blood, not in a tumor
so theres no one spot to attack
but every time I hear a cancer ad
my ears perk up, like a Pavlovian dog
its like someones just rang a bell
and it makes me listen attentively
I know it doesnt make a difference
I think she was at one of the best hospitals
but I hear about these research places
and wonder if there are slivers of hope
but as I said, I know its irrelevant
shes already gone through two types of chemo
and I know shes decided to stop the treatment
so I know theres no point in new therapy
but I still cant help it
I still am forced to respond to these ads
like some sort of stupid Pavlovian dog
I hear these ads that are supposed to mean
nothing to me
still, I listen
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Were Your Children
07/01/06
I know on the last day you were tired
youre tired all the time, Im getting used to that
but I know it wasnt because you were busy packing
my sister was taking care of that for you
I think it was because
the nurse came so late
and had to take your blood
to make sure you were okay
and I know you had to go to the hospital
to receive more platelets
you know, to make sure you were stocked up
for your car drive back home
and sitting and waiting at the hospital
would take anything out of anyone
and you know, you probably didnt eat much
while you were at the hospital for so long
I know you dont eat much any more to begin with
but still, you have to be able to eat something
but I think
added on to all of that
you were tired by the end of the day
because everyone was coming to see you
to say good bye to you
on your last day here
before you went across the country back home
where you wanted to be when you died
I know it was probably inconvenient of all of us
to want to see you on your last day in town
I didnt think Id be able to make it in to see you anyways
but I was able to drive so for a few minutes
just so I could see you once more again
I try to not tax you with my visits
and Im sure all of us feel the same way
and I know we make you tired
probably just be being there for you
but I hope you dont mind
were your children
forgive us for wanting to see you
before you go off to die
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This Is What Its Reduced To Now
08/30/06
I make phone calls every week
my sister calls me occasionally to tell me news
but now that my mother is dying
and shes so far away
this is what its reduced to now
I call
and dad answers
he always answers now
it used to be that either mom would answer
or no one would be home
and the answering machine would pick up
but now he answers
and its almost pointless to ask
if mom can talk
because usually shes asleep
but now she cant talk
because she has to take pills, you see
pills to keep her functioning
as long as we can
before the cancer in her blood kills her
so she gets blood and platelets
whenever she gets to the hospital now
usually once a week
but shes also taking pills
but the potassium pills are so large
she needs so much
that it upsets her stomach to swallow them
well, a pill apparently went down sideways
and in her weakened state
the large pill injured her throat
so she has been unable to eat for over a week
dad explained to me over the phone once
that they gave her a liquid
to slosh around in her mouth
to make her numb
so that she can take her medication
apparently not so she could eat
but so she could take her medication
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Ive been making phone calls
and this is what its reduced to now
being over a thousand miles away
and hearing bit by bit
about her deterioration
not that it matters to her,
but just so you know
its killing me too
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Your Soul is Shaking
08/29/06
can you imagine a water glass
filled with crystal clear water
and
I dont know what an earthquake feels like
but imagine something you have no comtrol over
starting to shake everything around you
and
and everything just starts shaking
and the water in that glass is rippling
and its starting to splash in its glass
and you want to hold on to that damn glass
to make the water stay in place
but youre shaking with that glass
and
you dont want anything to fall apart
you see everything around
unexpectedly start shaking
like everythings about to tear in half
and
you watch the rippling of the water
and you realize
that your soul is shaking like that too
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after 7:10 AM, August 31st 2006
The Messenger
08/31/06
Its strange,
Ive never been close to dad
and he called me
from across the country
minutes after mom died
since I work at home,
he told me I was the only child
he was calling
so its my job
to tell the brothers and sisters
theyre off to work now
scramble to leave them messages somewhere
call cell phones
act calm
break the news to everyone
its my job to be the calm one
thats what I have to do
I have a flight to see mom and dad tomorrow
I guess Ill only be seeing dad now
left messages for my sisters,
the teachers at their schools
got through to one brother
broke the news to him
while he was standing
in eight inches of water
doing concrete work at his job
left a message with my oldest brother
he called back shortly afterward
I told him the news
he started to break up immediately
then told me
I have to hang up the phone now
oldest sister called back
I told her the news
she just couldnt believe it
mom was doing so well the day before
this doesnt make sense
then she realized
what I had to be going through
that I had to be the messenger
that I had to be rational
and tell everyone that their mother just died
shes my mother, too
asked me if there was anything
I needed
I couldnt think of any words
Im the messenger
and I couldnt think of any words
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Death and a Diamond Ring
08/31/06
saw my sisters
when we were shopping
for a larger diamond
to replace the original stone
in my engagement ring
we kept the original diamond
my husbands great great
grandmothers diamond
in her wedding ring
put it into a necklace
its really quite pretty
well, as I was saying
we bought a new larger diamond
for my engagement ring
and my husband was saying
hed get re-
engaged to me
on the seventh
eight months before our wedding anniversary
well, we had all these romantic plans
and then I got a phone call
from my father
saying to come to visit quickly
because mom doesnt have much time left
I arranged the flight
and my husband pushed forward
his plans to ask my hand in marriage again
the ring looks really pretty
but my sister said that its uncanny
do you remember the big diamond ring mom has,
she said
yes, I do
dad got that for mom for their twenty-fifth
wedding anniversary
I didnt realize that
and her mom died
right around then
she told me that her mothers funeral
was on their twenty-fifth
wedding anniversary
and she said its strange
that Im getting a larger diamond
and mom is fighting for her life right now
well, Ive got my ring
and my mother just died
and isnt it ironic
how history can repeat itself
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Final Rally
08/31/06
last night my sister called me
after we all heard
about how mom couldnt stand up
and it looked like she was going to die very soon
well, last night my sister called me
and told me she just talked to dad
and heard that mom was feeling better
that she uses the walker
to get her medication at night
shes still able to use the washroom
and she even had champagne with blackberries
she was feeling better
she even asked for wine coolers
and my sister and I laughed
I said, She shouldnt be drinking alcohol
and she said, I dont care if the blackberries
are covered in alcohol, its food
and we were thrilled she was eating something again
and we thought shed be able to hold on
for a little longer now
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when I heard the news
about my mothers passing,
what, an hour and five minutes ago
and it was my job
to tell my brothers and sisters
I thought for a minute
and wondered if I should tell them
at the beginning of their work day
because the news will destroy their day
and theres nothing they can do
while theyre at work
and then I flashed back
to when my grandmother died
you see, I was in school
and was due home on Saturday
and my family decided not to tell me
that my grandmother was sick
because there was nothing I could do
well, when I heard
that they held off on telling me
I told them I could have come home sooner
I could have seen her
before she died
so I knew I had to call everyone
I wouldnt want them to feel
the way they made me feel
even though I was only giving them grieving news
they needed to know,
the just did
so I called to people
talked to my brother
he told me of how he brough grandma home
from the hospital
and she sounded great
she was acting happy
and he thought,
this has to be all of her energy
and that she was going to die soon
and she did
and he described it as like her last rally
her last chance to be happy,
to live
###
when I heard last night
that mom was drinking champagne with blackberries
I told my husband
that we should buy some blackberries
and celebrate mom feeling better
the champagne is chilling, but
we never got the blackberries last night
we had no idea
mom would be celebrating
with blackberries in her champagne
in her final rally
so Ive got this bottle of champagne
in my refrigerator
and no blackberries
they are my favorite fruit, you know
but Ive got this bottle of champagne
in my refrigerator
and no blackberries
and I dont know what to celebrate anymore
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Seven Ten, Seven Twenty
08/31/06
received a phone call today
this is Hazel in Naples
your dad cant talk right now
it was probably around seven twenty
Central Standard Time
and she told me
my mother died
about ten minutes ago
dad got on the phone
said Im the only child he called
my husband watches me
as I listen to the news
my mother has died
and my father is falling apart
a thousand miles away
I
I tell him Im sorry
I dont know what else to say
I rested my hands
on the arm rests of my desk chair
everything suddenly felt very heavy
I didnt want to lift my hands,
my fingers
its almost as if
after I heard
Im too numb to cry
Ive been crying enough before she left
and the tears will come later
trust me
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Nick DiSpoldo, Small Press Review (on Children, Churches and Daddies, April 1997)
Kuypers is the widely-published poet of particular perspectives and not a little existential rage, but she does not impose her personal or artistic agenda on her magazine. CC+D is a provocative potpourri of news stories, poetry, humor, art and the dirty underwear of politics.
One piece in this issue is Crazy, an interview Kuypers conducted with Madeline, a murderess who was found insane, and is confined to West Virginias Arronsville Correctional Center. Madeline, whose elevator definitely doesnt go to the top, killed her boyfriend during sex with an ice pick and a chefs knife, far surpassing the butchery of Elena Bobbitt. Madeline, herself covered with blood, sat beside her lovers remains for three days, talking to herself, and that is how the police found her. For effect, Kuypers publishes Madelines monologue in different-sized type, and the result is something between a sense of Dalis surrealism and Kafka-like craziness.
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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 writers 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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Ed Hamilton, writer
#85 (of Children, Churches and Daddies) turned out well. I really enjoyed the humor section, especially the test score answers. And, the cup-holder story is hilarious. Im not a big fan of poetry - since much of it is so hard to decipher - but I was impressed by the work here, which tends toward the straightforward and unpretentious.
As for the fiction, the piece by Anderson is quite perceptive: I liked the way the self-deluding situation of the character is gradually, subtly revealed. (Kuypers) story is good too: the way it switches narrative perspective via the letter device is a nice touch.
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Children, Churches and Daddies.
It speaks for itself.
Write to Scars Publications to submit poetry, prose and artwork to Children, Churches and Daddies literary magazine, or to inquire about having your own chapbook, and maybe a few reviews like these.
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Jim Maddocks, GLASGOW, via the Internet
Ill be totally honest, of the material in Issue (either 83 or 86 of Children, Churches and Daddies) the only ones I really took to were Kuypers. TRYING was so simple but most truths are, arent they?
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C Ra McGuirt, Editor, The Penny Dreadful Review (on Children, Churches and Daddies)
CC&D is obviously a labor of love ... I just have to smile when I go through it. (Janet Kuypers) uses her space and her poets to best effect, and the illos attest to her skill as a graphic artist.
I really like (Writing Your Name). Its one of those kind of things where your eye isnt exactly pulled along, but falls effortlessly down the poem.
I liked knowledge for its mix of disgust and acceptance. Janet Kuypers does good little movies, by which I mean her stuff provokes moving imagery for me. Color, no dialogue; the voice of the poem is the narrator over the film.
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Mark Blickley, writer
The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. Scars is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing her book.
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MIT Vegetarian Support Group (VSG)
functions:
* To show the MIT Food Service that there is a large community of vegetarians at MIT (and other health-conscious people) whom they are alienating with current menus, and to give positive suggestions for change.
* To exchange recipes and names of Boston area veg restaurants
* To provide a resource to people seeking communal vegetarian cooking
* To provide an option for vegetarian freshmen
We also have a discussion group for all issues related to vegetarianism, which currently has about 150 members, many of whom are outside the Boston area. The group is focusing more toward outreach and evolving from what it has been in years past. We welcome new members, as well as the opportunity to inform people about the benefits of vegetarianism, to our health, the environment, animal welfare, and a variety of other issues.
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Gary, Editor, The Road Out of Town (on the Children, Churches and Daddies Web Site)
I just checked out the site. It looks great.
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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.
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John Sweet, writer (on chapbook designs)
Visuals were awesome. Theyve got a nice enigmatic quality to them. Front cover reminds me of the Roman sculptures of angels from way back when. Loved the staggered tire lettering, too. Way cool.
(on Hope Chest in the Attic)
Some excellent writing in Hope Chest in the Attic. I thought Children, Churches and Daddies and The Room of the Rape were particularly powerful pieces.
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Dusty Dog Reviews: She opens with a poem of her own devising, which has that wintry atmosphere demonstrated in the movie version of Boris Pasternaks 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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Cheryl Townsend, Editor, Impetus (on Children, Churches and Daddies)
The new CC&D looks absolutely amazing. Its a wonderful lay-out, looks really professional - all you need is the glossy pages. Truly impressive AND the calendar, too. Cant wait to actually start reading all the stuff inside.. Wanted to just say, it looks good so far!!!
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Fithian Press, Santa Barbara, CA
Indeed, theres a healthy balance here between wit and dark vision, romance and reality, just as theres 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.
Mark Blickley, writer
The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. Scars is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing her book.
You Have to be Published to be Appreciated.
Do you want to be heard? Contact Children, Churches and Daddies about book or chapbook publishing. These reviews can be yours. Scars Publications, attention J. Kuypers. Were only an e-mail away. Write to us.
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Brian B. Braddock, Writer (on 1996 Children, Churches and Daddies)
I passed on a copy to my brother who is the director of the St. Camillus AIDS programs. We found (Children, Churches and Daddies) obvious dedication along this line admirable.
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The Center for Renewable Energy and Sustainable Technology
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* on-site training and education workshops on the sustainable development interconnections of energy, economics and environment;
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Brian B. Braddock, WrBrian B. Braddock, Writer (on 1996 Children, Churches and Daddies)
Brian B. Braddock, WrI passed on a copy to my brother who is the director of the St. Camillus AIDS programs. We found (Children, Churches and Daddies) obvious dedication along this line admirable.
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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.
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Paul Weinman, Writer (on 1996 Children, Churches and Daddies)
Wonderful new direction (Children, Churches and Daddies has) taken - great articles, etc. (especially those on AIDS). Great stories - all sorts of hot info!
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Okay, nilla wafer. Listen up and listen good. How to save your life. Submit, or Ill have to kill you.
Okay, its this simple: send me published or unpublished poetry, prose or art work (do not send originals), along with a bio, to us - then sit around and wait... Pretty soon youll hear from the happy people at cc&d that says (a) Your work sucks, or (b) This is fancy crap, and were gonna print it. Its that simple!
Okay, butt-munch. Tough guy. This is how to win the editors over.
Hope Chest in the Attic is a 200 page, perfect-bound book of 13 years of poetry, prose and art by Janet Kuypers. Its a really classy thing, if you know what I mean. We also have a few extra sopies of the 1999 book Rinse and Repeat, the 2001 book Survive and Thrive, the 2001 books Torture and Triumph and (no so) Warm and Fuzzy,which all have issues of cc&d crammed into one book. And you can have either one of these things at just five bucks a pop if you just contact us and tell us you saw this ad space. Its an offer you cant refuse...
Carlton Press, New York, NY: HOPE CHEST IN THE ATTIC is a collection of well-fashioned, often elegant poems and short prose that deals in many instances, with the most mysterious and awesome of human experiences: love... Janet Kuypers draws from a vast range of experiences and transforms thoughts into lyrical and succinct verse... Recommended as poetic fare that will titillate the palate in its imagery and imaginative creations.
Mark Blickley, writer: The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. Scars is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing the book.
You Have to be Published to be Appreciated.
Do you want to be heard? Contact Children, Churches and Daddies about book and chapbook publishing. These reviews can be yours. Scars Publications, attention J. Kuypers - you can write for yourself or you can write for an audience. Its your call...
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.
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Dusty Dog Reviews, CA (on knife): 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.
Children, Churches and Daddies. It speaks for itself.
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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 Pasternaks 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.
Children, Churches and Daddies. It speaks for itself.
Debra Purdy Kong, writer, British Columbia, Canada (on Children, Churches and Daddies): I like the magazine a lot. I like the spacious lay-out and the different coloured pages and the variety of writers 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.
Fithian Press, Santa Barbara, CA: Indeed, theres a healthy balance here between wit and dark vision, romance and reality, just as theres 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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