1. Featured Contributor: Janet I. Buck Janet I. Buck is the author of three collections of poetry Calamity'sQuilt, Reefs We Live, and Bookmarks in a Hurricane. Last http://www.etext.org/Fiction/Paumanok/2.1/feature.html

J anet I. Buck is the author of three collections of poetry: Calamity's Quilt, Reefs We Live, and Bookmarks in a Hurricane . Last summer, Word Wrangler Publishing released her first book of humor entitled Desideratum's Doggie Dish , and the year 2001 has already delivered her first audio CD of poetry and music. Before the Rose is available from Art Villa Records and her other work can be accessed through links at http://www.janetbuck.com . Janet has only been writing poetry, fiction, and humor for a little over three years, but she has published over 2000 poems and essays in print and Internet journals world-wide. Buck has won a number of literary awards including the H.G. Wells Award for Literary Excellence. In addition, her work appeared last April at the United Nations Exhibit Hall in New York City, before going on tour to France, Brazil, Japan, Vietnam, and Australia. In a recent interview with the The Paumanok Review , Ms. Buck shared some insights regarding her sudden leaps up the always wobbly and tenuous ladder of literary success.

2. Janet I. Buck Janet I. Buck. Janet Buck is a twotime Pushcart Nominee and recent winner of theHG Wells Award of Literary Excellence and the Koja Press Anthology contest. http://www.alittlepoetry.com/buck.html

Janet I. Buck Janet Buck is a two-time Pushcart Nominee and recent winner of the H.G. Wells Award of Literary Excellence and the Koja Press Anthology contest. She has been a featured writer for The Poet's Cut, Identity Theory, Moondance, and The Paumanok Review . Her work has also appeared in numerous journals and electronic publications world-wide. For links to more of this extremely talented poet's work, visit her web site listed below. The Bed Jacket Originally appeared in Nectarzine Links: The Poetry of Janet I. Buck

3. Poetry Magazine Janet I. Buck Janet I. Buck. USA JBuck22874@aol.com Janet Buck teaches writingand literature at the college level. Her poetry and poetics http://www.poetrymagazine.com/archives/2000/Jan2000/buck.htm

Janet I. Buck USA JBuck22874@aol.com 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. Janet's first E-Book, entitled Reefs We Live , is now available at Word Wrangler Publishing: http://www.wordwrangler.com On December 1st, Newton's Baby Press released her first print collection entitled Calamity's Quilt : http://www.newtonsbaby.com/calamity.html. She is one of ten poets to be featured at the "One Heart, One World" Exhibit at the United Nations Exhibit Hall in New York City in April, 2000. Her poem "Acrylic Thighs" will be translated into five languages and paired with original artwork. The tour will travel to France, Australia, Vietnam and Japan. The Reticent Turtle That chases the dove. We push the edge succumb perhaps. Wild geese in flocks of windy need eager to test the color of two. A step ahead of gypsy velvet time and men will hull and crush like peanut shells in circus tents. The first love fence is fun to climb. Risk stands up to stab the dance the maybe silk of wedding bands. Disappointed calluses have not yet bloomed like croutons suspended above the steam in bowls of wishful chicken soup. The tough of the crust still delicate dart boards waiting in a bar for arrows to align themselves. It will get roughed. It will get missed. But turtles tucked in reticence will never taste that flawless kiss.

4. Poem By Janet I. Buck Janet I. Buck Rooms of Symbols It’s time to cut a tree, trim itsless appealing side, shake off all the broken blades, stand it http://www.shampoopoetry.com/ShampooFour/buck.html

Janet I. Buck Rooms of Symbols It’s time to cut a tree, trim its less appealing side, shake off all the broken blades, stand it in the living room, even though it wants to lean. Lay the bulbs on branches seeming staunch enough to weather weight of memory. Ornaments of dusty glitter clamoring to build a sunrise of the cold. Autumn mulch is shrinking under layers of frost, the earth a pool of sludge and whiskey sitting in a dirty glass. I count on you, your paper doves with gilded wings and jade but still unjaded eggs— like recipes for cookie dough to decorate the lingering. I count on you as pendulums to find the rhythm of the dance. To sense the good that still remains between the sour slats and rinds. Somewhere else, in Israel, a fire breaks, according to the headline news. 20,000 homeless stand in soup lines waiting for scraps of rice and brothy breaths of volunteers to kiss them on mosaic cheeks streaming with their soot and tears. 20,000 homeless stand in hope of nails and miracles— to build them temporary shacks while I am cutting Christmas fudge.

5. Poem By Janet I. Buck Janet I. Buck Strips of Lace Clinging frost in strips of lace along the road. Penciledpearls in doily shapes. It didn’t seem that dangerous until we spun. http://www.shampoopoetry.com/ShampooThree/buck.html

Janet I. Buck Strips of Lace Clinging frost in strips of lace along the road. Penciled pearls in doily shapes. It didn’t seem that dangerous until we spun. Jugglers of smug hyperbole, too sure of our significance. Heart pound swells, a cantaloupe in closing throat. Body creme in coffee dirt, blending with potential death. Our breaths just foggy window time Black ice beneath slick satin pumps. return to SHAMPOO 3

6. Riding The Meridian: Poetry By Janet I. Buck A puzzle to build. Screw solve. Just build. Janet I. buck janet i.Buck teaches writing and literature at the college level. Her http://www.heelstone.com/meridian/buck.html

"Direction is an arrow that won't stay still.'" Janet recommends these online literary links. A Puzzle to Build The nature of the muse is blunt arousal where pain hits admission's crotchety old fan and there is a memorable mess that traps poets in its incumbancy. Sucking eggs like infants do nipples where spit milk shines with a glory respected but never owned. Page vellum semen on wrinkled sheet lives. Millenniums hang on a clothesline strung between north and south and east and west. Direction is an arrow that won't stay still. Wires tangle in ways all those zeros can't undo. An erection of art and conscience making babies checking their lungs for fluid and their hearts for peace. A puzzle to build. Screw solve. Just build. Janet I. Buck Janet I. 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, The Horsethief's Journal and hundreds of journals world-wide. 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 Super Highway

7. Steel Point Quarterly - Volume 1 Issue 3 - Janet I. Buck Janet I. Buck. The Texture of Gone. Breaking Bread with Bygone Ghosts. by Janet I.Buck. A dozen years of silence sit like Easter eggs no one had the urge to find. http://www.steelpoint.net/previous/v1.i3/buck.htm

Janet I. Buck The Texture of Gone I circled your bed, the scroll of death. Brushed its sheets, tucked in blankets for control. As if I could change the texture of gone by straightening out your dresser drawers. Sanding down the clouds of grief, I stretched out measly platitudes. Ran your towels through bold denial. Cloroxed every moan you made. Your flesh just tissues in a box and God? I guess he'd had a cold passed along its parchment skies like heaps in mashed potato boats. Hyper chlorine in my hair, I sniffed the end, but plugged my nose. I wrestled hating fate of course. Just monkeys swinging tree to tree. But it weighed so much more than I. Sorrow's teeth were crowned in know, but root canals of alcohol would kill and then remove the nerve. The tempo slowed and darkness swelled.

8. Catalyzer Poetry: The Teapoy By Janet I. Buck Janet I. Buck BIO. The Teapoy. I pass a threelegged dog on my stubbornjourney to the curb to mail a chunk of misery's stew, leaning http://www.catalyzerjournal.com/teapoy.htm

Janet I. Buck [BIO] The Teapoy I pass a three-legged dog on my stubborn journey to the curb to mail a chunk of misery's stew, leaning on unlikely praise from publishers. This teapoy of the disparate in front of me contains my gaze. I've juggled all her jail cells, been a prisoner of her limp. It strikes me, stings me straight in eyes that pity doesn't shape her paws. She hops around predicaments, wags her tail, scratches fleas, barks and bites as if she owns the rocky road. This metaphor of frailty traversing lumpy cobblestones. She doesn't mourn absentia, drinks the dawn even when the coffee's cold. Our railings quiver in the night and I am sorry for her grief, while mine, this lot of missing limb, seems less a cosmic tragedy and more a wedge of cantaloupe laced with salt that calls up sugared gratitude. They say the campfire of a poem has ways of burning angst and horror, that words of risk release, revive. I write a piece to honor her this chassis of our mortal flame, this symbol of unraveling who doesn't wallow in her plight

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11. Poetry Offerings From Janet I. Buck Poetry collection of janet I. buck from Blackbelt Buddhas thru Mosaic Mud to A Silent Sonnet and more http://www.motherbird.com/janet.htm

Poetry Offerings from Janet I. Buck Clean Silver Brownie Points Aching Vacancy to order Janet's newest book ... a sampler Moongate's collection: Wilting Fuchsias A Silent Sonnet Black-belt Buddhas Dollar Signs That Steal Light ... The Oxygen Tank Links to other web pages: Apple Grief The Studious Suicide Janet's page Moongate Internationale Clean Silver Cancer's war you fought and lost. Father threw away your clothes. They must have bled on everything. Moth balls brought to life by wings of tattered memory. When I corner him, go digging for your buried soul, he acts like lampshades tilted in relentless wind. Perky bulb just blinks, goes black. A turtle's neck retreating into hollow shell. I fabricate identity and make you up like bed-time stories for my dolls. In my head, I study graves. Think of yours as vacant lots with pretty houses on their bibs. Cabin pressure choking why's? Calisthenics of a dream. You're so untarnished in my mind. No leading ladies of regret. Bridge across all troubled streams. If you were here to brush my hair

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15. TheARC Sunshine (poem) Brannon, Pat Visible Reminder (poem) Brown, Cheri - Fireflies (poem)Brynes, Stephen - The Wandering Jew (story) buck, janet I. - A Literary http://www.homestead.com/biffsboards/theARC.html

@import url(/~media/elements/Text/font_styles.css); The ARC return to biff's By Issue: By Author: A Adams, Lori - The Promise (poem) Aubin, Matthew - Lost Hope (poem) Azcona, Maria Cristina - Family Abuse (poem) B Blalock, H. David - Stolen Thunder (story) Bouie, Charletha - Rage and Sunshine (poem) Brannon, Pat - Visible Reminder (poem) Brown, Cheri - Fireflies (poem) ... Buck, Janet I. - Sea Change (poem) C Chang, Rebekah - Garden of Esteems (essay) Chang, Rebekah - His Presence (essay) Chang, Rebekah - Tears of a Merciful God (poem) Chang, Rebekah - The Artist (story) ... Cryer, Daniel - Fat Babies Don't Fly (poem) D Davis, Angela - Liberty (story) Davy, Colin - Remembrance (story) Drew, Gregg - Christmas Story (story) Dudley, Larry H. - You Took My Pain (poem) F Folgia, Jim - Tomato Pie (story) Fritsche, Patricia - Thoughtful (poem) G Gates, Michael - Snow in the City (story) Gates, Michael - The Towers (essay) Gore, Alex - The Death of a Gentleman (story) Guiliano, Vincent - The Last Cool Summer (story) H Haque, Sana - Minnesota (story) Johnston, Tamara - Holding On (poem) Kemano, Dennis - The Challenge (poem) L Lutmer, JoAnn - The Beach (story)

16. Identity Theory | La Vie Poeme - "america Under Siege" By Janet Buck Gutter Balls, a poem by janet buck Links Hot Links janet I. buck, janet's Latest Interview, Desideratum's Doggie Dish, Author's Den, Active Amp http://www.identitytheory.com/poetry/buck10.html

visual culture shoeless sports bar dust jacket syndrome home/body ... (back page America Under Siege by Janet I. Buck September 11, 2001 50,000 bodies trapped. Innocence in disarray. Falling, falling into smoke. This insane film on TV screens, its horror live. Gray diesel fumes of human terror. Floors peel off like onion skins. Interviews are skittish mice; voices cracking through the glass. No words exist and cameras roll. I see the bodies tumbling. Prayer in awkward somersaults clinging to our wooden pews. Yesterday I straightened tilted needlepoints, scrubbed clean counters with a sponge, erased the sugar on a spoon. Today my sister's livid tears are crawling crumbled continents. I wear them for my morning shower. Yesterday I fussed with tiny barbs of pain, silly spots of cappuccino laced with foolish whipping cream.

17. Sea Change - Janet I. Buck 2 Iss. 9 janet buck is a contributing poet and essayist at Biff's Boards. 2Iss. 9 janet buck is a contributing poet and essayist at Biff's Boards. http://www.homestead.com/biffsboards/JBuck10.html

Return to Vol. 2 Iss. 9 Janet Buck is a contributing poet and essayist at Biff's Boards. Visit the masthead for her bio, and links to more works. Buy Janet's e-book of poems about September 11th, Ash Tattoos , for 99 cents. Sea Change - by Janet I. Buck First Published in Rustlings of the Wind Dear Dad: We are still at sea. The remainder of our port visits have all been cancelled. We have spent every day since the attacks going back and forth within imaginary boxes drawn in the ocean, standing high-security watches, trying to make the best of it ... Love, S The Lutjen and the USS Winston Churchill side-by-side, deck to deck. The sign just reads: We Stand By You. Suddenly the buckled knees. Is this that that that Germany who roughly fifty years ago ground swastikas in human hides, marched children into rooms of gas? I still taste salt upon my lips. Hate's stranger has a different face, a softer chin. Maybe, just maybe, my history books lied. I'm flipping through photos of crushed towers and busy cranes, writing to my New York friends to see if e-mail bounces back Weak as a lisp from dry stream

18. Identity Theory | La Vie Poeme - "gutter Balls" By Janet Buck Gutter Balls, a poem by janet buck Links Hot Links janet I. buck, janet's Latest Interview, Desideratum's Doggie Dish, Author's Den, Active Amp http://www.identitytheory.com/poetry/buck9.html

visual culture shoeless sports bar dust jacket syndrome home/body ... (back page Gutter Balls by Janet I. Buck The bottle stops the clock. Silver hair thinks its handle pours hot tea. And the cold of the berg dissolves like sugar cubes. Ghosts are curtains taken down, spinning clean in ritual. Blur descends, a soothing nipple in your mouth. Deafness slaughters pending deep. You choose your nectar and I watch: first the ice and then the ether, siamese twins of discontent. Touch is just a gutter ball I roll until I break my toe. Our hugs these nights like safety pins, afraid how firm might pierce the flesh. Your Dorothy heels on cobblestones heading for their yellow home of artifical sun refrain. "Can't we have one sober meal?" I whisper like a butterfly landing longing on a rock. Janet Buck http://www.artvilla.com/shopping/poetry/rose.htm To hear a sample from the CD, go to: http://www.artvilla.com/mp3/umbrellas.mp3 Note: Featured author in January 2001 E-mail: JBuck22874@aol.com

19. Amputee Of The Month - Archives Alabama, USA Soccer, David Marshall Bensalem, Pennsylvania, USA Prosthetist Umpire, janet buck Medford, Oregon, USA Educator Poet, http://www.activeamp.org/month/archives.htm

Amputee Sports News Amp of the Month Amputee Sports Directory ... Home Amputee of the Month Archives Robert Spotswood Birmingham, Alabama, USA Soccer David Marshall Bensalem, Pennsylvania, USA Janet Buck Medford, Oregon, USA

20. CRITIQUE ON WRITING :: Janet Buck janet buck STREETS OF RISK janet bucks poetry, poetics, and fiction have appeared in Kimera, Pif Magazine, Samsara Quarterly, Big Bridge, The Paumanok Review, and hundreds of other publications worldwide. She is a twotime Pushcart Nominee, a http://www.etext.org/Zines/Critique/article/onwriting/buck.html

JANET BUCK STREETS OF RISK Kimera, Pif Magazine, Samsara Quarterly, Big Bridge, The Paumanok Review , and hundreds of other publications worldwide. 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. She is the author of four collections of poetry: , and Before the Rose . Ms. Buck 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. I see writing as a slush pile of melted ghosts that turn to mulch for growth. Even the most hideous admission of truth can drive one upward. Hence, the term transcendence. Much of my social consciousness poetry began with an unguarded glance at the bathroom mirror. A good deal of my early work deals with the amputation of my right leg, a hideous string of surgeries, and the on-going process of accepting the concrete facts of my disability. By naming and expressing my losses and my frailties, by calling a stump a "crooked carrot" or a "bleeding beet," by saying the unsayables, I have given my sadness a voice and very slowly begun to embrace the good that comes of tragedy, which is simply the presence of raw strength coupled with a lesson in mortality.

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