Incessant flight– I sleep in air
that catapults garnered cloud,
staring at moons, chipped porcelain,
paint removed by probing page.
Love below me on the ground,
a broken china doll searching for glue
as lonely women masturbate.
A frigate bird and ship at war,
wingspan wide,
tailored to drumming old defeats
until they promise fish with scales
the art of recognition plays.
Time becomes a cataract
to be removed with shaking hands.
My feathers in cold foam
of oceans broader than sails,
sugared but missing the absolute
like the white hat of a root beer float.
Seasons passing shower me.
I breed in warmth, multiply duplicity.
Whatever my gift, whatever my dip,
my arms a creaking banister
on stairways heading humanward
against a wind I can’t define.
As certainty, I flatten
with a tongue’s approach,
write bibles with my eyes clamped shut.
Listen with the Great Horned Owl
as darkness levels a borrowed dawn. 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 numerous journals, including The Melic Review, 2River View, Urban Spaghetti, and PIF Magazine. In 1998, 1999, and 2000, she won numerous creative writing awards and was a featured poet in such publications as Seeker Magazine, Vortex, Poetry Super Highway, and Cafe Society. Two of Janet’s poems have been nominated for this year’s Pushcart Prize in poetry, and she is a 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. Her first e-book of poetry, Reefs We Live, is now available through Word Wrangler Publishing. Janet’s website address is

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