Jack Buck Poems
- The Part We Can't See facing one another in parallel ...
- What Comes After down field from a distance it looks as if ...
- Dead Jack Kerouac forgot how it goes, but that one Jack ...
- Game 114: If you mute the television you can faintly hear ...
- Short Love Story Poem how short can a love story be and ...
- For Sam It snows in my poems of my life as it snows on the ...
- From The Last Time occurring in a kitchen framed by a ...
Jack C. Buck is a writer of poetry and flash fiction. His literary involvements include being the fiction editor for the Harpoon Review and Harpoon Books. He was born in Grand Rapids, Michigan, where he lived until moving away after university studies. Now residing in Idaho, before he spent one year living in Chicago, followed by nine years in Denver, Colorado. more »
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From The Last Time
occurring in a kitchen
framed by a window
above a sink
it's pouring in this town
that used to be all woods
taking over the remainder of evening
a beautiful woman
we are married two children
in front of me
her back towards me
I just about reach her
to place my hand on her shoulder
I want her to be her
the house fades
is elsewhere with decision
with no one out on the road
the traffic light blinking
is still probably blinking
standing in the middle of the street
the one thing you can at least go back to
you can see clearly ...