person Stuart Buck, two poems

Stuart Buck is a poet and author living in north Wales. His debut collection of poetry, Casually Discussing the Infinite, peaked at 89 on Amazon’s World Poetry chart and his second book I Am Very Far will be released 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.


the fawn

something soft fell to the earth that night

still warm from descent, chalk on slate

the sleep abandoned heard the faint hum –

damp leather crack as it hit the island

pulsing, the colour of ripe corn and battery yolks

the smell of june drop fruit and charcoal

from its bowels crawled a single white fawn

all teeter and stumble, dripped with mucus

from the throat of a child, grunting and screaming

sweetest armageddon, a crown of ashoka atop its head


rapture 1

after james tate

yes, we caught our breath in the rose garden

to synchronicity it fell as we lay

like ampersand, glistening naked in the moonlight

as a hum of fuzz on a smoky breeze settled

upon your pale thigh, a dandelion wisp, an interloper

announcing the time has come

and so as everything diminished,

as the brume took hold

we clung on to that beautiful seed

up! up! up through the clouds

until you cried for those left below

a pale ocean of sin


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