41. 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 23, 2003 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.

42. 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 23, 2003 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

43. 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

The Poetry of Janet Buck This page has frames, and if you're reading this message your web browser doesn't give you the ability to see it. Go Here to view a non-frame version of this page. Better yet, download Microsoft Internet Explorer.

44. Swagazine Eight | Winter 2000 Cup Hooks · A Letter · Unusual Quilts CUP HOOKS janet buck A vernacular Christin cowboy boots who never attended Princeton, but pigrolled danced in mud http://www.swagazine.com/8/9.html

SWAGAZINE 8 Winter 2000 POETRY Swagman Doug Tanoury Lenny DellaRocca J Andrew Clark Janet Buck Cup Hooks A Letter... Unusual Quilts Bill the Cat ... Bill Koeb FICTION George Pratt Aidan Butler Steve Mullett Alex Ward ... Colin Campbell SWAG Contributor Notes Masthead Home A Letter... ... Unusual Quilts C U P H O O K S Janet Buck A vernacular Christ in cowboy boots who never attended Princeton, but pig-rolled danced in mud for the sake of its chill on hot sultry days, Jack thought money needed to stay busy like June Cleaver in a bright kitchen plopping more potatoes on empty plates. His flesh was a scrapbook of mutilation's mutiny its corners beveled by the wind. He ate real butter and smoked. Proud of the rings he blew our way. Said wrinkles were there as reminders of times they weren't. His humor had that sweeping reach like cup hooks of an octopus. When he shaved off his mustache, he saved the hair, thinking those follicles might reseed in a bald garden of Bosnia.

45. Janet I Buck: Mentress Moon janet buck's poetry, poetics, and fiction have appeared in A Writer's Choice, TheMelic Review, The Pittsburgh Quarterly, Kimera, The Rose Thorn, 2River View http://www.sundress.net/mentressmoon/archives/july2000/janet.html

Putting a Garden to Sleep A lousy satin comforter I bought to lay upon your bed - cheer up walls of closing plays. Corn husk arms lay silently in pockets of the dirty sheets. Tulips of your eyes would shut Your mind was a garden aching for sleep. I tried to keep it up all night. Read you scraps of poetry We laughed out loud like clean sorbet between a meal of sauerkraut and whipping cream. Thumbtacks of our memories were losing heads; I pounded in the sharp remains with bleeding fingers of hammered grief. Paced the Louvre of pictured halls, madly chasing renaissance. Conversing was a one-way tunnel - cobwebs of a morphine drip. My father said you needed it to make the ending easier. with melancholy quantum leaps. The second day was turtle slow. Your flesh a bruised mosaic now staring up at choir pews. Janet Buck 's poetry, poetics, and fiction have appeared in , and hundreds of journals world-wide. Two of her 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. In December 1999, Newton's Baby Press released her first print collection of poetry entitled Calamity's Quilt . 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 in April, 2000. In September 2000, she will be on a reading tour in the Seattle Area, including a feature at The Hugo House and Barnes & Noble. She is currently on the editing and review panel for the up-coming book: Chicken Soup for the Volunteer's Soul. To read more of Janet's work or schedule a reading, go to

46. TPQ OnLine - Janet Buck TPQ OnLine janet buck janet buck's Hot Links janet I. buck; Author'sDen; Active Amp.orgFeatures janet I. buck; janetbuck.com; One World http://trfn.clpgh.org/tpq/JBuck.html

TPQ OnLine 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.

47. 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.

48. 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

49. 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

50. Poetry Magazine, Janet Buck, April 2000 USA. Jbuck22874@aol.com. janet buck has a Ph.D. in English and teaches writingand literature at the college level. All Copyright, 2000, janet buck. http://www.poetrymagazine.com/archives/2000/April00/buck.htm

Janet I. Buck USA JBuck22874@aol.com Poetik License, 3:00 AM e-zine, Poetry Super Highway, Carved in Sand, PoetryMagazine.com, and Beachfire Gatheringa publication of Chiron Press. 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. In December 1999, Newton's Baby Press released her first print collection of poetry entitled Calamity's Quilt: http://www.newtonsbaby.com/calamity.html Janet 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, Brazil, and Japan. Janet's first e-book of poetry, entitled Reefs We Live, is now available at Word Wrangler Publishing: http://www.wordwrangler.com

51. Janet I. Buck Tumbleweeds on Desert Floors ralogo.gif (1221 bytes). When you died,my sister and I flipped a grimy nickel to decide which of our http://www.js.spokane.wa.us/kimerav7n1/buck.htm

Tumbleweeds on Desert Floors When you died, my sister and I flipped a grimy nickel to decide which of our salt-stoned cheeks would tackle the stash of memories huddled in darkness under your bed. I lost. My hands went under the skirt, felt sorrow's marsh and bygone years. My heart a slowly ticking bomb. Dust balls did their little cartwheels tumbleweeds on desert floors. Reminiscence in a maze love is a wide word, a wicked presence when it hides in the curled lip of a recent grave. There was nowhere to turn but into the downed sails of pilfered dream. When I dropped on my knees to look, forced my fingers into this void, this cheap cadeaux, your gritty plumes of tenderness sat felled, still twitching like snakes who buffet a while before finales snap batons. She wanted to know what I found. A melted vial of Revlon Red that once had graced your china lips. Sonnets of your terry slippers printed with your clawing toes. Photographs like sticky pie dough in my palms.

52. Contributors Occasionally I attempt to write novels, but I don't think I've got thatright yet. Back to Top. janet buck. Back to Top. David Breck Donlon. http://www.js.spokane.wa.us/kimerav2n2/members.htm

Basu, Anjana Buck, Janet Donlon, David Breck Engler, Robert Klein ... Von Shaber Basu, Anjana Most of the time I work in advertising, in the Calcutta branch of Ammirati Puris Lintas. I was once a Special Student at Brown University. I was also once an academic. I write stories, features in the newspapers and poetry. I've had a book of short stories published by Orient Longman and my poems have appeared in an anthology of Indian women's poetry published by Penguin India. I've had poetry published in Australia and Denmark. Occasionally I attempt to write novels, but I don't think I've got that right yet. Back to Top Janet Buck Back to Top David Breck Donlon Gravity , Lilac Dawn Eclectica, Moongate de Home Sentiens, Eccentricity, Alsirat, Moonshade, Wired Heart, Snakeskin and The Pink Cadillac Review all have or have had some of his work featured. He also has work forthcoming in The El Dorado Poetry Review . His work tends to deal with symbols of boundaries and edges, and what is forgotten or denied there, as well as the politics of identity. He also claims to be carrying on a continuous struggle with patriarchy. Back to Top Robert Klein Engler Robert Klein Engler lives in Chicago. His poems and stories have appeared in

53. Janet Buck: Two Poems janet buck is a threetime Pushcart Nominee and the author of four collectionsof poetry. She is a frequent Adirondack Review contributor. janet buck. http://adirondackreview.homestead.com/buck3.html

Javascript is either disabled or not supported by this browser. This page may not appear properly. JANET BUCK is a three-time Pushcart Nominee and the author of four collections of poetry. She is a frequent Adirondack Review contributor. Her work has recently appeared in Three Candles, PoetryBay, Red River Review, Runes, Stirring, The Concrete Wolf, Branches, The Carriage House Review, Facets, The Circle, Sand to Glass, The American Muse, and hundreds of journals world-wide. In 2002, Buck's poetry is scheduled to appear in and The Pittsburgh Quarterly. Recent awards include Sol Magazine's 2001 Poem of the Year, The 2001 Kota Press Anthology Prize, and The Thunder Rain Award. Janet's newest e-book, Ash Tattoos , is now available THE BLACK BATHROOM Of all the colors hands could pick for little rooms where people shower, trim their toenails, coif their hair and you chose black: onyx tile, beyond mahogany for walls. This cave of velvet must have been a holster for the cloying grief. Perhaps you played with triggers there. Perhaps the world was black and white and you were just addressing fate with oriental elegance.

54. Janet I. Buck janet I. buck. Email jbuck22874@aol.com Home Page http//www.janetbuck.com Morejanet buck links and info http//members.aol.com/jbuck22874/whatsnew.html. http://home.earthlink.net/~bookwave/authors/buckj.htm

HOME More Authors More Poetry Janet I. Buck E-mail: jbuck22874@aol.com Home Page: http://www.janetbuck.com More Janet Buck links and info: http://members.aol.com/jbuck22874/whatsnew.html Poetry on BookWave: Showcase (11 poems) More Free Poetry from Janet Buck: A Boy, a Bottle, a Man (and five others) White Linen (and two others) Islands in the Deep (and one other) Achilles' Heels (and four others) (and four others) The Boston Elbow (and two others) Chief of Grief (Six poems) Dusting off My Alibis (and three others) Books and CDs for Sale by Janet Buck: Before the Rose Calamity's Quilt Reefs We Live Bookmarks in a Hurricane ... Desideratum's Doggie Dish Where do you live? Medford, Oregon What jobs have you held other than writing? Professor of writing and literature at Southern Oregon University and Rogue Community College When did you decide that you wanted to be a writer? I never really "decided" in a conscious manner. I dabbled a little in my early twenties and then again in my thirties, but writing was an irregular pastime because my head and hair were caught in the windy helicopter blades of more "academic" pursuits, getting an M.A. and a Ph.D., and teaching; I never submitted anything for publication. About four years ago, a very close friend of mine was going through the horrific procedure of having two hip replacements only eleven weeks apart. When I visited her in the hospital, I came home feeling horrendously helpless, watching the incessant dripping of blood bags and morphine pumps, her painful struggle to regain mobilityall of the things that are part and parcel of a major surgery, things I knew better than the back of my own hand. We talked a lot during that time and as I tried to help her work through the agony, it occurred to me that knowledge and discussion of my own disability might lift her spirits just a tad; if nothing else, she would feel less alone if she knew someone understood the traumas plaguing her. I wrote a poem called "Phantom Pain," a piece that examines the grieving elements of my amputation and the plethora of my congenital deformities.

55. Indie Journal Presents The Poetry Of Janet Buck janet buck. email. Old Baguettes ©1999 janet buck. An oddity on urbanstreets beside Three Fountains nursing home. Sidewalks and http://www.strangecloud.com/indiejournal/poetry/buck.htm

Janet Buck email Old Baguettes ©1999 Janet Buck An oddity on urban streets beside Three Fountains nursing home. Sidewalks and traffic were not prepared to let your horrors integrate. The rolling chair you drove with buttons leaders of some war had pushed. One leg there. The other absent obvious. That stump protruding from your shorts old baguettes of sacrifice we soak in soup that never do come back to life. Perched like robins on its arm, there stood those famous stripes and stars. A little bitty fabric flag an eloquent site of patriotic clarifying human error. The Horror Flick ©1999 Janet Buck bright horror flick bent shoehorns for tight boots of war. In glitch of hubris, smug incarnate: errrrrrrrrnnnnnn. Take our stand in sinking mud. Gas mask politics in place, we breathe in hollows, contained some Satan. Carving off a Venus arm to be at all.

56. RetortMagazine.com | Issue9 Feb02 | Feature Poet - Janet Buck janet buck © COPYRIGHT 2002 The Lost Found Bio janet buck is a threetimePushcart Nominee and the author of four collections of poetry. http://retortmag.com/issue9/poetry/janetbuck.htm

Janet Buck Wide marble pockets made the front cover of Newsweek. I marveled that this swarm of orphans, barely divorced from walnut nipples, could march a thousand miles up hunger's chronic hill. The Lost Boys removed from the coffin's lip like tea cups stuck to a saucer of sugar gone hard. Puckering bark leaving the poisoned tree. We would manicure their nails, remove the caveats of death pressed between a moon and thumb, pass them the white of the dream, a French fry warmed in our oil. America, they said, as if we wrote this alphabet, was the garden waving goodbye to the thorny fence. "God carried us"; we trust the biceps of prayer to fumigate this carpet of blood. Distended stomachs shrink into the fiber of luck. Copper we shun in quest of the gold.

57. RetortMag.com | Issue 11 June - July 2002 | POETRY | Janet Buck © COPYRIGHT 200 RETORTMAG.COM VOL01 ISSUE 11 JUNEJULY 2002 ISSN 1445-7164. janet buck © COPYRIGHT2002 Under the Porch. ISSUE 11 JUNE-JULY 2002. janet buck © COPYRIGHT 2002. http://retortmag.com/issue11/poetry/buck.htm

RETORTMAG.COM VOL01 ISSUE 11 JUNE-JULY 2002 ISSN 1445-7164 Janet Buck Under the Porch It was all bricked up, but I had to look. Under the hat of the porch where the swing caved into the rust. I pulled each stone, light as hair on nervous skin. Winced and teared but knew some score was waiting there harps a thumb refused to touch. A paintbrush like a horse's tail that swiped at flies you couldn't change. 60,00 lemon rinds. Moot remains of destiny. Your fingers were making lemonade. Time, like sugar, dissolved. A comb for days when heads weren't bald. A doll minus her right leg, severed just above the knee. Were you testing your smile when doctors said I'd lose my own to see if curves could ever aim at suns again? 83 beer caps, scattered like unwanted dimes.

58. Interview: Janet Buck Pierian Springs Issue III 02/15/02 04/15/02 Interview janet buck. A GlimpseInterview janet buck. janet buck the name rings a bell, huh? http://www.pieriansprings.net/issue3/buckview.html

Pierian Springs Issue III Interview: Janet Buck Current Issue Archives Submit Editorial ... Resources A Glimpse Interview: Janet Buck Janet Buck: the name rings a bell, huh? Once a literature teacher, Janet Buck took a serious approach to writing roughly five years ago, and within that five-year span, she has accrued countless achievements; so many in fact that we would be here all night if I were to list them all. But it was not the name "Janet Buck" that inspired me to conduct this interview. It was not the endless amount of publications and awards. It was quite simply the grim, yet stylish approach she takes to her work. From my perception, there is a backbone to Janet's writing: Behind the interwoven metaphors and unique wordage, there are multi layers of pain and grief that surface through her words. I found these hidden, symbolic layers to be quite intriguing. So, my intent was to capture a glimpse into the soul of Janet Buck. In her own words, Janet has graciously revealed to us the woman behind the wordage. Upon the conclusion of this interview, don't forget to read Janet's poetry by clicking the Poetry Showcase link below.

59. Poetry Showcase: Janet Buck Pierian Springs Issue III 02/15/02 04/15/02 Poetry Showcase janetbuck. janet buck Initially published in The Jefferson Monthly. http://www.pieriansprings.net/issue3/buckpoetry.html

Pierian Springs Issue III Poetry Showcase: Janet Buck Current Issue Archives Submit Editorial ... Resources Fountains in the Deep It was a garden Rappaccini's daughter would admire. A secret spot where those who lost a leg to war, an arm to whiskey spilling on the road, would have a place to chew the cud of wishing they were whole. The hammock fear a cradle swinging in the air. Staring eyes the needled evergreens in pity's forest standing tall. The heavy scent of all the trees they might have climbed and races they would never run. Their crutches weeds that grew among the easy lilies of a day. The turning wheels of sally forth a chair that rolled from base to base because the carriage others had wasn't waiting at the door. It was a coming out of sorts. A cable wrought in faith. The tears in bottles corked by years and years. The milk that fed the lurid shrub of tragedy and filled the fountain hope. © Janet Buck Initially published in Chrysanthemums, 98 Reprinted in The Spirit of Song, 98 Poetry Showcase Page 2: Janet Buck What's New www.janetbuck.com The China Doll Fear's merry-go-round begins its waltz.

60. Moondance Poetry; AN INTERVIEW WITH JANET BUCK By Susan M. Ellis by Susan M. Ellis. janet buck has a Ph.D. in English and teacheswriting and literature at the college level. Her poetry, poetics http://www.moondance.org/2000/winter00/poetry/buck.html

Moondance Sections Cover Arts Department Columns ... Women by Susan M. Ellis 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. When I thought of who would be the best choice for my first interview in Moondance, Janet's name came immediately to mind. Her online presence is far-reaching and her poetry powerful. What follows is an in-depth of an artist whose candor will surprise and delight you. Susan: What prompted your first poem and how old were you when you wrote it?

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