Offcourse #19 Poems By Janet I. Buck http//www.albany.edu/offcourse http//offcourse.org. Four Poems, by janet buck.The Cleft Lip. janet buck s work has appeared numerous times in Offcourse. http://www.albany.edu/offcourse/winter04/j_buck_poems.html
Slow Trains Literary Journal by janet I. buck. Iced Petit Fours. janet I. buck is a twotime Pushcart Nomineeand the author of four collections of poetry, including Calamity s Quilt. http://www.slowtrains.com/issue1/buckissue1.html
Passage Through August - Janet Buck Poetry Visit janet at her website The Poetry of janet buck janet buck City of AngelsTwo angels perched on an airplane s wing inside a hangar without light. http://www.augustpoetry.org/poets/Buck.htm
Extractions: Janet Buck is a six-time Pushcart Nominee . Her poetry has recently appeared in PoetryBay, CrossConnect, Poetry Magazine.com, Offcourse, MiPo, Stirring, Runes, Scrivener's Pen, Niederngasse, Kimera, Megeara, Southern Ocean Review, Ariga, Facets Magazine, Three Candles, The Montserrat Review , and hundreds of journals worldwide. In 1999, Newton's Baby Press published her first print collection entitled Calamity's Quilt . Buck's work is forth-coming in Recursive Angel, Red River Review, The Pedestal Magazine, Octavo, and Zuzu's Petals Quarterly . Janet's second print collection, Tickets to a Closing Play , was the winner of the 2002 Gival Press Poetry Award; the book is scheduled for release in October of 2003. Forgiving This Soil You are face to face with old. I need to forgive this soil, this drought blades of our mean flip words, lean as a tenderloin perfectly shaved in order to sell to the emptiness. Our fat, our grief turned upside down so no one will see. I grab the white, white flag of a page, but it trips intention into speech. I will never have a mother in you. Its fabric goes raw and bleeds. As a family friend trickles her blood on the stone of her grave, you babble about something you bought and can't exchange at a Brooks Brothers store. Is Palm Springs the only well you know? Where is the rain we deserve, the desert our agony earned. I turn to a bull with pointed horns. Wishing the skirt of your flesh could promise me more, more genuine color. Immersion foot from petty ponds, I swell with a tear, tuck it in socks that might have walked through rivers of ominous chill.
Southern Ocean Review Archives POEMS Brown, J. Edward / Pawpaw with a Nail Brown, J. Edward / Pacific Way Brown,J. Edward / Won in a Raffle Buchanan, David / POEM buck janet / Human Chains http://www.book.co.nz/archives.htm
Inkblots: Janet Buck janet buck lives in the Pacific Northwest and teaches compositionand literature at the university level. In 1998 and 1999, she http://www.inkblotsmag.com/biographies/buckj.php
Extractions: Janet Buck lives in the Pacific Northwest and teaches composition and literature at the university level. In 1998 and 1999, she has received numerous creative writing awards and been a featured poet for Seeker Magazine, Poetry Today Online, Vortex, Conspire, Poetry Cafe, Dead Letters, the storyteller, Poetry Heaven, Athens City Times, Poetik License, 3:00 AM e-zine, Poetry Superhighway, and Carved in Sand. Her poetry, poetics, and humor have appeared in and hundreds of journals world-wide. Strawberry Nipples, which focuses primarily on the role of writing in coping with a disability. Barbara Benepe, editor and publisher of and The Green Tricycle, comments on the poet’s work in a recent review: "Buck's strength is her perseverance and focused analysis of human sufferingfrom the inside looking out. Everyone faces a demon or two in the course of a lifebut not everyone has the skill to write about it in such an evocative way. Buck draws the reader into her very soul and we experience her suffering as if it were our own. Janet Buck's outstanding talent succeeds where others stumble. She runs headlong into her personal cauldron, screaming LIFE! and we're there, with herevery step of the way."
Extractions: Mountain Fever Janet Buck teaches writing and literature at the college level. She has published poetry in a wide variety of e-zines, journals, and anthologies around the world and received numerous creative writing awards. "Introspection's porcupine,"she says, "is an odd creature that comes in everyshape and size. The tangled roots of mine are whetted by the rains of being born disabled. I have spent most of my life using stoic pride to squeeze what toes I had and didn't have into the brutal shoe of normalcy. Poetry, for me, is a tuba in a long parade that chases sorrow and pain to its dissolution." The petty skies of normalcy. The Great, great wall of all the times I swallowed customs of the world and pushed my thighs like cattle herded to a barn. The temple one I didn't choose. Where coffee mugs that have a chip will lose their place in cupboards of a passing day. And methodology is weak like pressure sores that never heal. The portal veins
Conspire- Poetry- Janet Buck janet buck. Dirty Dancing My nose is really half a leg. Standing out likestranded cars beside deserted roads. The Wizard of Odd. I wanna go home. http://conspire.org/archive/p020104.html
Extractions: Janet Buck Dirty Dancing My nose is really half a leg. Standing out like stranded cars beside deserted roads. The Wizard of Odd. I wanna go home. To more than merely driftwood bones like worry sticks in engines of an aching soul. A scarecrow leaning in the wind. Your eyes that rain with pitys fire. Third class tickets to romance. Without the grace and gossamers that flutter in the evening shade. Waxen smiles and passes to the masquerade and theaters of pain. Dirty Dancing slapped my face and hit me hard, right between the satin thighs that never were. With jealousy like forest fires that run across a bed of hay. I might have skated on a pond. I might have danced on marble dreams. And here I sit in prairie grass, just waiting for the flame. Charades This empty page is feeling like a broken box or mattress springs that make an awful noise at night. The secrecy is leprosy. Worms in lieu of butterflies. Missing yet another wing like siding from the barn of dreams. Another round of knives and pain. Helicopters stirring up the quiet air. Double-parked for tragedy and looking for a china cup to hold the streams of tears. D.C. al and not so Fine. Planks of fear that bounce me all around the room. A drowning beetle on its back. Beds of coals to look around and see the veins of scars. Musty curtains always drawn. Pillows on the prison bed like shepherds for a flock of sheep. And when I wake from surgery Ill roll my stump across the page like soggy butts of cigarettes. Spin a smile in spiderwebs and play another of round of life. Its really just Charades.
Three Candles: Janet Buck janet buck Two Poems War s Dominos Crushed Paperbacks War s Dominos. Poet sBiography janet buck, Ph.D. is the author of four collections of poetry. http://www.threecandles.org/archive/jbuck.html
Three Candles: Janet Buck janet buck Parting Drapes Parting Drapes. Poet s Biography janet buck is asixtime Pushcart Nominee and the author of four collections of poetry. http://www.threecandles.org/archive/jbuck2.html
Janet I. Buck - Lifting The Skirt Poem. THE LIFTED SKIRT. by. janet I. buck. . janet buck is a threetimePushcart Nominee and the author of four collections of poetry. http://www.literarypotpourri.com/05_Apr/po_apr_01.html
Janet Buck janet buck. MIDDLE GROUND. I see your footprints inching. toward thegutted grave. Abide a mattress. growing sour like dated milk. Cartons http://www.atomicpetals.com/archives/jb03171.htm
Extractions: The going horse has iron thighs and pillar knees carelessly they drum the dust. Soon the music fades and stops; I will be that crazy, desultory soul without the chair you clearly were. For now I'll weep and settle quite unwillingly for stalemates with the avalanche. Dry raceme, I droop from holding withered fruit.
Janet Buck janet buck. Last Oranges. This day s sun could well be. the last orangein a torn bag. What will I do with its pulp? My eyes forked http://www.atomicpetals.com/archives/jbuck1.htm
Extractions: I dare not ask how long we'll last, arguing against our deaths. To wallow there is quicksand for a pensive dawn. Some moment in the giant burn, I'll taste our cookies crumbling. Coronach and elegy of what a daisy just might say, if it were to stop the wilt, count the flow of petals stripped, their ivory bellies lying in a bed of ice, inert as snapshots of the sea.
TPQ OnLine - Janet Buck TPQ OnLine janet buck. janet sites Before the RoseArt Villa; Hot Linksjanet I. buck; Author s Den; Active Amp.orgFeatures janet I. buck; http://trfn.clpgh.org/tpq/JBuck.html
Extractions: Janet Buck Janet Buck's poetry, poetics, and fiction have appeared in CrossConnect Kimera 2River View Niederngasse Stirring Magazine The Adirondack Review Steel Point Quarterly Poetry Magazine.com Southern Ocean Review The Pittsburgh Quarterly The Pedestal Magazine , and a variety of other print and internet publications. She is a two-time Pushcart Nominee, a recent recipient of The H.G. Wells Award for Literary Excellence, and one of six winning poets in the Kota Press Anthology Contest. In December 1999, Newton's Baby Press released her first print collection of poetry entitled Calamity's Quilt . Three others have followed in its wake: Reefs We Live Bookmarks in a Hurricane , and Before the Rose Janet was one of ten U.S. poets to be featured at the "One Heart, One World" Exhibit at the United Nations Exhibit Hall in New York City in April, 2000. In the year 2001, Buck's poetry is scheduled to appear in The Montserrat Review The Amercian Muse The Carriage House Review Runes: A Review of Poetry Rockhurst Review , and dozens of journals world-wide.
Amputee Of The Month - Janet Buck Accept, Adapt, and Excel A Portrait of janet I. buck. janet buck.by Mark Taylor The introduction is finished and a shy, diminutive http://www.activeamp.org/winners/buck_index.htm
Extractions: Watching her go to the front of the auditorium, they have little inkling that she is a leg amputee; her limp hardly noticeable. What they know is that she's a two time Pushcart Poetry Prize nominee, a winner of the H.G. Wells Award for Literary Excellence, and has been featured in hundreds of print and internet journals world wide.
Stained Glass Janet I. Buck Stained Glass janet I. buck. A scotch bottle rolled under a pew,. smacked the polishedwood . an untoward thud, then slivered glass. Perhaps some choir of blame. http://www.canwehaveourballback.com/16buck.htm
Extractions: Stained Glass Janet I. Buck A scotch bottle rolled under a pew, smacked the polished wood an untoward thud, then slivered glass. Perhaps some choir of blame without a definite voice. They pinned it on a lounging vagrant decked in gritty wool. Dirt on his skin painted him guilty and no one thought to sprinkle some baptismal stream. Where were the rivers mirrored in creeds and shimmering art? Mournful lace in higher corners out of reach. Cathedrals swept by hands and brooms tossing little back at grief. One finger point, one quick arrest. A child asks and peers into his mother's eyes: "He's in handcuffs; is he Christ?" Unopened bibles haunt this place. Her clothes remind her roving palms of wasted silk and gabardine of edgy lies. His stocking cap, a hat that said he was friends with bitter cold, with symphonies of hungry organs rumbling. He was a beggar caught in the deed of longing for more than churches built. The rest of us silent, treacherous, and prim marching, marching to no drum.
Burning Word | A Literary Publication And Forum Syndicate. XML. A Rose to Press. by janet buck, published April 21, 2004 2004. Mustard Seeds. by janet buck, published January 10, 2004 - 2207. http://www.burningword.com/article/8
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Janet Buck janet buck teaches writing and literature at Southern Oregon University in Ashland,Oregon, and has published in journals, magazines and anthologies across the http://www.2river.org/2RView/2_2/bio/buckbio.html
Contributors - Outsider Ink janet buck. Read her poetry on Outsider Ink Visit janet buck s Gallery atwww.janetbuck.com Email janet buck at Jbuck22874@aol.com. Kevin Dresser. http://outsiderink.com/00/fall/bios.html
Extractions: John Birkbeck John was a late bloomer and did not publish any poetry until he was in his mid-forties. Since then he has had poems published in many small-press magazine worldwide, as well as four books of poetry. For over thirty years he worked as a scientific illustrator for James Van Allen, the discoverer of the radiation belts that were named for him. Family legend has it that he is descended from Lord Byron, but other that writing poems, they have very few things in common. Read his poetry on Outsider Ink Email John Birkbeck at: jbirkbeck@hotmail.com Janet Buck Janet Buck's poetry, poetics, and fiction have appeared in , and hundreds of journals worldwide. Two of Buck's poems have been nominated for this year's Pushcart Prize in Poetry and she is a recent recipient of The H.G. Wells Award for Literary Excellence. She has three poetry collections currently on the market: Calamity's Quilt, Reefs We Live
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