Stuart Buck and Joan E. Bauer
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Stuart Buck
stuartmbuck@hotmail.com
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Stuart Buck is a poet and writer living in North Wales with his wife and two children. His poetry and prose have been widely published in journals such as The Stare’s Nest, Cultured Vultures, Deadsnakes, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Erbacce Journal, The Seventh Quarry, Walking is Still Honest, Yellow Chair Review, The Sunflower Collective and Under the Fable. He has been a featured poet in both FIVE magazine and poetrykit. When he is not writing or reading, he enjoys juggling, cooking and ambient music.
The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by Stuart Buck and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Ode to the Bus-Stop Outside your Househere’s where ……………………..like autumn leaves. to cross our palms
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Joan E. Bauer
jbauer103w@aol.com
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Joan E. Bauer the author of The Almost Sound of Drowning (Main Street Rag, 2008). Her poetry has appeared in Cider Press Review, Confrontation, 5 AM, Poet Lore, Quarterly West, Slipstream, and US 1 Worksheets, and in more than a dozen anthologies. With Judith Robinson and Sankar Roy, she co-edited the award-winning anthology, Only the Sea Keeps: Poetry of the Tsunami (Bayeux Arts and Rupa & Co, 2005). In 2007, her poem “Sleepers,” won the Earl Birney Poetry Prize from Prism International. For some years, Joan worked as an English teacher and educational counselor. She now divides her time between Venice, CA. and Pittsburgh, PA, where she curates the Hemingway’s Summer Poetry Series with her friend Jimmy Cvetic. Listen to our audio archive at: www.hemingwayspoetryseries.blogspot.com .
The following work is Copyright © 2016, and owned by Joan E. Bauer and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Fig SeasonLate August in my mother’s big LA backyard Each day, a dozen figs So I’m happy to see this sturdy fig tree I start telling them about my Sicilian family I can’t help loving fig season. How their succulent green -previously published in Beyond the Lyric Moment Leaving Silverlake, 1971Wearing your old blue-plaid shirt, -previously published in Pearl El Sanctuario de Chimayó An old Hispanic couple approaches, This August morning is a brilliant blue I have remembrances from Chimayó. If I could—I’d take back -previously published in Pittsburgh Poetry Review
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