Rhythm & Bones

Rhythm & Bones

January 15, 2020

A RED TO RUIN 

found poems* & art 

by 

Stuart Buck 

some dreadful bodies/our disaster at the seashore

the emperor continued singing

until he had finished his song

it is likely that we’re caught

and that all of us will die

things left behind

prevailing winds in Campania

remnants o...

November 24, 2019

Photo by Sara Cervera on Unsplash  

ripe peaches  

last night i spent an eternity with my head in the lap

of a fine french boy and he was feeding me ripe

peaches from a terracotta dish the juice dribbling

down my chin and on to my bare chest when

sud...

July 27, 2019

he must be full by now 

Stuart Buck 

once her daughter had called her beautiful so she wore it like silk

with a smile of clarified butter that smokes in the pan

the second before the heady pits of cumin, mustard

and cardamom hit the tarnished copper,

release their muddy frag...

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