Fin Buckley : Writing

Fish tank

Fish tank

A Poem by Fin Buckley


"It's frigid and dark and not unlike a fish tank; the water slimy and thick against our skin."
Face her

Face her

A Poem by Fin Buckley


So please stand back up, you have to keep going.
Grey

Grey

A Poem by Fin Buckley


You made this.
It hasn't gone away

It hasn't gone away

A Poem by Fin Buckley


You never wanted me to be at your gravestone but here I am.
Shake

Shake

A Poem by Fin Buckley


He's gone but he's still here.
Our bodies are temples

Our bodies are temples

A Poem by Fin Buckley


Let us lay ourselves bare.
The Stag

The Stag

A Poem by Fin Buckley


It happens. It shouldn't, but it does.
What does it mean?

What does it mean?

A Poem by Fin Buckley


The cold is here and you have nothing to kindle.
You face yourself

You face yourself

A Poem by Fin Buckley


The only way to win is to lose.