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Watch this YouTube video Kuypers and C Ra McGuirt, Memphis, at the 2009 Cana-Dixie Union 05/09/09

Watch the YouTube video Published in her book Close Cover Before Striking, read (for future audio CD release) 06/28/11 on WZRD radio, from the main camera

Watch the YouTube video Published in her book Close Cover Before Striking, read (for future audio CD release) 06/28/11 on WZRD radio, from the mini camera

See feature-length YouTube video 06/26/11 of the majority of the WZRD radio show with her reading poetry (including this poem) from the main camera

See feature-length YouTube video 06/26/11 of ~45 minutes of the WZRD radio show with her reading poetry (including this poem) from the mini cam

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).

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. Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.