as the news anchor tells us it is time, we can think of nothing better to do than to watch deep impact
the sky drops to an awful stillborn pink tia leone refuses a seat on the last helicopter
a man burns alive in front of his daughter elijah woods winds through traffic on his bike
we are thrown across the living room
morgan freeman asks us to remember the fallen
there is a redness. aching. birth. endcredits.
i am turning to you as the softer parts of me blend with the wallpaper
i am turning to you as we clot in each other’s throats
Stuart Buck is a BOTN/BIFFY50/Pushcart Prize nominated poet and artist living in North Wales. His second book ‘Become Something Frail’ was released to critical acclaim on Selcouth Station Press in 2019. When he is not writing or reading poetry, he likes to cook, juggle and listen to music. He suffers terribly from tsundoku – the art of buying copious amounts of books that he will never read.
An interview with Stu Buck of Bear Creek Gazette
photo by Ray Hennessy on Unsplash