21. Sour Milk Sugar Peas Sour Milk Sugar Peas janet buck Medford, Oregon On CNN, battlessplit like chromosomes. Times like these, soil is a Kotex pad http://poemsforpeace.utoledo.edu/poems/OR-BUCK-JANET.HTM

Janet Buck Medford, Oregon On CNN, battles split like chromosomes. Times like these, soil is a Kotex pad diffusing blood, over-powered with its scent. We hug outside the evening news as if wool hours are scratching silk. This autumn was a tainted gift, marked by thunder, marred by smoke. Kites of it, just kites of it. Strings all loose in helplessness. Suddenly, the leaves are gone. Frost arrives in glaciers on the sagging porch. I fumble for a stepping stone. Sun's last rind is grated light poking through the mutton clouds. My head returns to horror shows, couples riding air to doom, long parades of onyx limos oozing down the city streets. A carton of milk goes sour. Gnats devour a bowl of fruit I didn't slice into a pie. Love's laager is a crater now; silver shields grow thin and hot. With black remotes, we practice death, drink another glass of fear. Pour another, wash a cup, pour again in effigy. All that is left is your touch, your hand in the small of my back, leading me down the hall to bed. Sprinkled flour on my neck, a simple kiss of Scrabble squares

22. Identity Theory | Featured Author - Janet Buck janet buck. Identity Derryberry. To read more of janet s work or schedulea reading, go to http//www.janetbuck.com. Email janet buck. http://www.identitytheory.com/featauth/buck.html

visual culture shoeless sports bar dust jacket syndrome home/body ... IdentityTheory.com Established: August 2000 Editor: Matt Borondy Author Database Submission Guidelines J anet Buck Identity Theory's featured contributor for January 2001, Janet I. Buck is the author of Calamity's Quilt Reefs We Live Bookmarks in a Hurricane Desideratum's Doggie Dish , and Before the Rose Poetry from Janet Buck: "Terror's Bruise" "The Tragic Anniversary" "The Zeinhom Morgue" "The Theory of Green" ... "The Orphan" Janet's other Identity Theory work: A Literary Call to Arms Two-time Pushcart nominee and winner of the H.G. Wells Award for Literary Excellence, Janet I. Buck has been featured in hundreds of print and internet journals world-wide. While a good deal of her work revolves around coping with a disability, she has also been recognized for her gun-blast of honesty regarding the roles of men and women, alcoholism, illness, family strife, and grief. As Janet says, "I was born into a heritage of silence in regard to my difference. All of my work, in some loose way, is tied to breaking that spell. I am a teacher (in a professional capacity), a student of crisis by virtue of fate, and a writer because words ring doorbells in my heart, and I must answer or die." Her career has been marked by an unmistakable string of good fortune. The first poem she submitted four years ago, called "The Nursing Home," won a national poetry prize and her second and third attempts were accepted for an anthology published by Outrider Press. She has, she says, "the advantage of difference." Few writers have had the courage and werewithal to tackle such topics as addiction and physical deformity. Her reputation for taking the baser elements of human behavior and happenstance have made an indelible impression on editors around the globe. She has the audacity to call a stump the "purple eggplant of despair" or trace the creaks of "trouble's soggy carrot bones." Readers are jarred by examples of honesty.

23. Poetry Magazine, Janet I. Buck, Fall 2003 Poetry by janet I. buck, Paper Cuts from Diaries, Reflections on Mud, Forever Altered Streets, USAPaper Cuts from Diaries, Green to Brown to Raven Black janet I. buck. USA. jbuck22874@aol.com http://www.poetrymagazine.com/archives/2003/Fall2003/buck.htm

Janet I. Buck USA jbuck22874@aol.com http://members.aol.com/jbuck22874/whatsnew.html Green to Brown to Raven Black In Granny’s washtub dirt could swim and no one drowned. I thought all rivers ran and ran and sunrise wasn't merely breaks in darkness always closing in. I thought all hours were toys that float. That was youth and this is now. It's strange to go back to a house with boards over the windows that sparkled as nubile light just danced its granted morning waltz back to a lawn littered with thistles, a few stray purple irises who didn't know to bow their heads in deference to greedy death. Clothespins sit like wings off birds. I pick them up fish hooks grabbed my accident. I watch a daisy try to stand, neglected by all but sirens of wind. I still smell the folding sheets, fragrant soap in loofas going at a stain. I still see your denim culottes making shade for pansies blooming by your feet.

24. Identity Theory | La Vie Poeme - "frozen Sonnets" By Janet Buck janet buck s poetry, poetics, and fiction have appeared in The Pedestal Magazine,Poetry Magazine.com, CrossConnect, The Pittsburgh Quarterly, Kimera, The Rose http://www.identitytheory.com/poetry/buck13.html

visual culture shoeless sports bar dust jacket syndrome home/body ... (back page Frozen Sonnets by Janet I. Buck Gray bands of smoke are still alive. CNN revisits ash. I don't resist the black remote that whispered waking in my ear. Picnic benches near the towers are shards of limbs. Steel we thought we were we weren't. First waters of old liberties see seaweed strangling a pearl. Cranes are ticking dinosaurs reminding me to shave thick stubble of the hate before that final coat of rust. Ellis Island grows a layer of winter ice. The harbor hiccups with a ship. Every plane that passes in the autumn sky leaves bootprints on a nervous floor. Res gestae digs up poles for flags. I didn't know these palettes well. A songstress slumbering in streets between the stoplights stuck on red. Death rattles and we sing a hymn the best we can with thwarted lungs.

25. Bucktitles janet buck. janet buck teaches writing and literature at the collegelevel. Her poetry and Vietnam and Japan. Poems By janet buck. http://www.funkydogpublishing.com/Bucktitles.htm

Janet Buck Janet Buck teaches writing and literature at the college level. Her poetry and poetics have appeared in The Melic Review The Pittsburgh Quarterly, Kimera, 2River View, Tintern Abbey, Southern Ocean Review, Niederngasse, Lynx: Poetry from Bath, The Horsethief's Journal, salon D'Art and hundreds of journals world-wide. In 1998 and 1999, she has won numerous creative writing awards and has 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 Super Highway and Carved in Sand . Buck's poems entitled and Acrylic Thighs were recently nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Literature. Click on photo to e-mail Janet Buck Janet's first e-book, entitled Reefs We Live , is now available at Word Wrangler Publishing . On December 1st, Newton's Baby Press will release her first print collection entitled Calamity's Quilt :. She is one of ten poets to be featured at the One Heart, One World

26. Janet Buck's Strawberry Nipples Strawberry Nipples A Collection of Poetry By janet buck. © 1999 janetbuck All Rights Reserved The poems showcased at this web site http://www.funkydogpublishing.com/strawberry.htm

Strawberry Nipples A Collection of Poetry By Janet Buck The poems showcased at this web site are original works and are the property of the author. These poems may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, for any purpose without the expressed written permission of the author. Funky Dog Publishing P.O. Box 321 Warren, MI 48090-0321 Visitors since October 17, 1999

27. Newton's Baby - Janet Buck's Calamity's Quilt ISBN 0966722841 Newton s Baby, 1999 On December 1, 1999, Newton s Baby willrelease Calamity s Quilt, a new book of work by the poet janet buck. http://www.newtonsbaby.com/calamity.html

Janet I. Buck describes the medical madness of the modern world and creates powerful poetry that literally made me fall from my chair. Moshe Benarroch Janet Buck is a passionate poet, her verse stately and elegant. Calamity's Quilt , to me, is poetic passion made manifest. The lines and language are profound and powerful. Doug Tanoury Calamity's Quilt ISBN 0966722841 Newton's Baby, 1999 On December 1, 1999, Newton's Baby will release Calamity's Quilt , a new book of work by the poet Janet Buck. Ms Buck has published widely in print and online journals, and Calamity's Quilt will feature poems previously seen in places like 2River View MindFire The Horsethief’s Journal and Conspire , as well as brand new work. Janet Buck's publication credits stand as testimony to the power of her writing. Barbara Benepe, publisher of Cayuse Press, writes, "Janet Buck's tenacious style pulls the reader into a world of witty wordplay and raw, immediate emotion." Poet Scott Holstad says "for her, the word is life and it shows through her poems." In 1999, Ms Buck's poem "Acrylic Thighs" was one of ten pieces from around the world chosen for the "One World, One Heart" exhibit at the United Nations Exhibit Hall in New York City. The exhibit, to debut in April 2000, will pair the poem with a visual art piece. Ms Buck teaches writing and literature at the college level. Her work has been nominated for the 1999 Pushcart Prize by both

28. Gravity Issue 17 - Janet Buck Issue 17, April 1998 janet buck Three Poems. Winter First Gibraltaris a regal rock and something that you see in me. The purple http://www.newtonsbaby.com/gravity/jb498.html

Issue 17, April 1998 Janet Buck - Three Poems Winter First Gibraltar is a regal rock and something that you see in me. The purple mountain majesty of stoic purses matching dreams despite the shoes on closet floors that never had a job to do. The manger of regretting skies. Prometheus and Zeus in bed. Rolling over for a kiss. Rocking in the tides of fear and keeping this inside. Gibraltar is a real rock. That lines a civilizing shore. Something that I’m really not. Mine are pebbles. Stones perhaps. The fluster of an avalanche. Perfect litters of a smile. Self-indulgent tears aligned. It shouldn’t be a huge surprise. The order of release is this: Winter snowflakes have to fall before you have July. The Vapor Trail Its path defined by looking in and counting pennies in a jar. A nickel for a stanza here. A quarter for the thaw. I’m selling syllables, I know. Like Girl Scout cookies at the door. The buzzer louder every time the baggage of an aching heart is dropped like bombs from passing planes. Jet streams of emotive skies. The vapor trails of bleeding pens. A treasure chest of coral reefs that somehow pops its angry lid and lands upon the page. This is where the moonlight sings and whispers something in my ear. This is where I gather strength. Relinquishing the need to use the shoehorn of a stoic smile to force my toes in normal shoes. The long giraffes of wandering through forests wet with where I’ve been. Introspection’s porcupine. It has a chance to cross the road. This where I clean the gun of coming home to me.

29. MiPo Magazine Janet Buck POETRY. ISSN 15436063 VOLUME 14 2003. Creases in Fruit by janet buck. janetbuck 2003. All rights reserved. janet buck is a six-time Pushcart Nominee. http://www.mipoesias.com/September2003/janetbuck.htm

POETRY ISSN 1543-6063 VOLUME 14 2003 Creases in Fruit by Janet Buck "From your phone, I can very well hear: Herds of longing galloping away to the mountains." -Elisha Porat When I write about what we know, it always concerns two doddering hags feeling their scared way down a long wall of loosened stone inch by sacred inch. A taffy pull of will and pain defines each measured step. I guess we've always talked this way in a fever only the dying would trace. The only yacht we've ever sailed is on a page of someone else's paperback. Walking the loss was our bridge. Some years we drank ourselves to sleep when darkness drove us there and left. Our faces of creased fruit, close to the leathery rind, a canvas tired

30. Janet Buck The Poetry of janet buck. This page has frames, and if you re reading thismessage your web browser doesn t give you the ability to see it. http://www.alittlepoetry.com/jbuck.html

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31. Gival Press Praise for Her Work. “In Tickets to a Closing Play, janet buck offers usa kaleidoscopic vision of brokenness. Copyright © 2003 by janet I. buck. http://givalpress.prodigybiz.com/JanetIBuck.html

Gival Press Janet I. Buck Tickets to a Closing Play Bookcover photo by Casimir. Winner: 2002 Gival Press Poetry Award Nominations: 2004 Kate Tufts Discovery Award 2004 Independent Publisher Book Award for Poetry Praise for Her Work In Tickets to a Closing Play , Janet Buck offers us a kaleidoscopic vision of brokenness. Whether she is speaking of a war scene, a waiting room in a hospital, the elderly, or homelessness, she spotlights the deep wounds of our world without once collapsing into abstract morbidity. Oh yes, there is much ‘darkness’ here and, indeed, much ‘sunlight and birth.’ Janet Buck is one of the best among us. I celebrate the release of this important collection.” John Amen, author of Christening the Dancer “Original and brave, enlightening and wise, Tickets to a Closing Play takes an intimate look at some tough, but universal themes in our present world: war; 9/11; physical deterioration; death. A master of truth-telling and imagery, poet Janet Buck takes our most defining and often bleakest of experiences, sprinkles them with her special brand of word whimsy, to produce this rich and vibrant collection of poetry that’s not only serious and insightful, but a sheer delight to read. In a style that’s ‘pure Buck,’ always innovative, but never contrived or confused, she nails that delicate balance between whimsy and artistic integrity, culminating in her most powerful body of poetry yet. Janet Buck empowers us with her words, saving us from our darkness by looking at and living with the darkness itself.

32. Janet Buck write to the poet janet buck. And lived to speak of falling rain. ****ForMark and Jim and All the Unsung Heroes. © 1999 janet I. buck. top. http://www.poets4peace.com/buck.htm

Dear Larry: Please consider the poem posted below for publication in the poets4 peace collection. You asked for a lead-in about what prompted me to write this: I am a woman who has lived in the luxurious lap of our modern world; I have never seen nor truly felt the atrocities of war. These poems lament this ignorance and the deceptive notion that battle is an exercise in the boxing ring of justice. write to the poet: janet buck Just-ice Accent Graves The Fire Escape ... Hamburger Hill Just-ice We all grew up on G.I. Joe. Gospel hope was underlined by uniforms in willing green. Touching down from Vietnam a sandblast same as battle zones with air-sick bags across your lap. So young to weather scraps of men in piles of doom like stir-fry scooped on beds of rice. Huts and homesteads bombed and flicked just ashes from a cigarette. Courage was the currency. We stuffed your pockets with our need ordered death like mincemeat pie. The judgment tomes that hit the air were wet grenades and pressure valves Because you went, you wore blame on covers of a magazine

33. Interview With Janet Buck / Susan M. Ellis Interview With janet buck. Susan M. Ellis. janet buck. janet buck has a Ph.D.in English and teaches writing and literature at the college level. http://www.sendecki.com/issuefour/buckspot.shtml

March 07, 2004 ISSN 1499-2590 Interview With Janet Buck Susan M. Ellis The following article first appeared in the Moondance Literary E-Zine in the winter of 2000 and is reprinted here with the kind permission of its editors. Janet Buck Janet Buck has a Ph.D. in English and teaches writing and literature at the college level. Her poetry, poetics, and fiction have appeared in hundreds of journals world-wide. In 1998, 1999, and 2000, she has won numerous creative writing awards and been a featured poet for Seeker Magazine, Poetry Today Online, Vortex, Conspire, Poetry Café, Dead Letters, the storyteller, Poetry Heaven, Athens City Times, Poetic License, 3:00AM e-zine, Poetry Super Highway, Carved in Sand, PoetryMagazine.com, Beachfire Gathering, and Café Society. 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. Janet is 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 opened in April 2000. Her poem "Acrylic Thighs" was translated into five languages and paired with original artwork. The tour will travel to France, Australia, Vietnam, Brazil, and Japan.

34. Sitting Spoons... / Janet Buck janet buck has a Ph.D. in English and teaches writing and literatureat the college level. Sitting Spoons Sulking Forks. janet buck. http://www.sendecki.com/issuefour/bucksit.shtml

March 07, 2004 ISSN 1499-2590 Janet Buck "Let us go in; the fog is rising." Emily Dickinson (1830-86) I roll you down slick haunted aisles like chambers in a 45 my fingers hesitate to twirl. A country band sings tune-less in the dining room. They're skinny as their long guitars. It's funny and appropriate since bones are disks too full of grief, record-skipping bumpy things that cry for mercy from the pin. Your food tray sits. The fork is sulking by the spoon. They bib you up and call you "Babe," which pisses off your dignity. All the faces carved in stone surround your waning cherry cheeks. I can't admit you're 92, knocking knees against a tomb that plasma is an ebbing stream. Truth makes noise, a washer's clot

35. Unlikely Stories: Janet Buck janet buck, also known as janet I. buck, has made herself one of the most famouspoems on the Internet with her intricate, heavily layered and sophisticated http://home.flash.net/~unlikely/buck.html

Unlikely Stories Presents Janet Buck, also known as Janet I. Buck, has made herself one of the most famous poems on the Internet with her intricate, heavily layered and sophisticated symbols. Incredibly vivid, her poems tell tales of loves lost and loved ones buried, with words and phrases that no one else could produce. The depth and complexity of her work deserves read after read, yet is perfectly clear from the first line. Janet Buck is a three-time Pushcart Nominee and the author of four collections of poetry. Her work has recently appeared in Three Candles PoetryBay Red River Review Artemis ... The Pedestal Magazine , Runes, Stirring Poetry Magazine.com CrossConnect Facets ... The American Muse , and hundreds of journals world-wide. In 2001 and 2002, Buck has received awards from Kota Press Sol Magazine Kimera L'Intrigue , and The Critical Poet . Her poem "Acrylic Thighs" was recently featured at The United Nation's Exhibit Hall in NYC. For links to more of her work, see: http://members.aol.com/jbuck22874/whatsnew.html and http://www.janetbuck.com

36. Poetry By Janet Buck Poetry by janet buck. Sour Milk Sugar Peas. About the Author. janet buck is athreetime Pushcart nominee and the author of several collections of poetry. http://www.pigironmalt.com/buck.htm

Home About Current Issue Archive ... print-friendly Poetry by Janet Buck On CNN, battles split like chromosomes. Times like these, soil is a Kotex pad diffusing blood, over-powered with its scent. We hug outside the evening news as if wool hours are scratching silk. This autumn was a tainted gift, marked by thunder, marred by smoke. Kites of it, just kites of it. Strings all loose in helplessness. Suddenly, the leaves are gone. Frost arrives in glaciers on the sagging porch. I fumble for a stepping stone. Sun's last rind is grated light poking through the mutton clouds. My head returns to horror shows

37. Poetry Offering By Janet I. Buck Contents janet buck Poetry, Set Two of janet I buck Poetry, janet I buck Biography.janet I. buck Menu. Donut Holes More janet buck. Biography New*Menu Page ll*. http://www.artvilla.com/mair/jbuckmnu.htm

Janet I. Buck Menu Set One Set Two Cornbread Sunlight Diluting Silent Acetone ... Cottonwood Designs except where indicated

38. Poetry Offering By Janet I. Buck Contents janet buck Poetry, Set Two of janet I buck Poetry, janet I buck Biography.janet I. buck Menu Page ll. COOL SIN. SKETCH. CHATTING OVER TRAGEDY. http://www.artvilla.com/mair/jbmnu2.htm

Janet I. Buck Menu Page ll COOL SIN SKETCH CHATTING OVER TRAGEDY THE IMPOTENCE ... Cottonwood Designs except where indicated

39. IMPETUS 3 Pay It Forward janet I. buck. A lonely man presses his shirts in flawless strokesto avoid the lumps on his face. janet buck is a sixtime Pushcart Nominee. http://www.mipogallery.com/Impetus3/buck.htm

Grazyna Perl Francis Raven Lyn Lifshin Michael Ceraolo ... A.D. Winans P ay It Forward Janet I. Buck A lonely man presses his shirts in flawless strokes to avoid the lumps on his face. He lives in nightmares for romance. A drunken dad, a poignant match, a common can of gasoline become the cloying visitor who will not leave. If someone tries to palm the source, he freezes and bolts the soul a pony shaking in the forest chill. He's just a jewel that needs the light to render it muscle and bone. I felt the shivers in his spine. It was only a Hollywood flick, but I fathomed his coriaceous scars the way those maps become a page of parasites that will not let a day alone the way a mirror becomes a slate of jagged glass and eyes return no favors but their glistened rain and pity's bile in buckets first, then rivers

40. Impetus ~ Cheryl Townsend Publication, Menendez Production ISSN 10447490. janet buck. janet buck is a six-time Pushcart Nomineeand the author of four collections of poetry. Her work has http://www.mipogallery.com/Impetus2/buck.htm

ISSN 1044-7490 Janet Buck Contributors Olutayo K. Osunsan c.f. roberts Debbie Kirk Nate Graziano ... Catherine McMahon Artists Lauren Camp Kurt Nimmo Submissions Counting Placemats "Lust is grief that has turned over in bed to look the other way." Donald Hall This is how a poet explains shaving the beard of loss with a quick screw and a long shrug. Living on when nothing grows except a root that leads to past. A lonely verse, an empty house of extra rooms he needs to fill with laughter and bones. Dinner for two was the dream. Dinner for one is the truth. She'd beckon you to love again, to oil the wok, to fry wild onions and chard. She wouldn't want you stewing here like nuts that have no meat. There is nothing the dead can say to lift the sinking chin of what remains on stretching roads as they point toward rattling ribs.

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