(Thought I’d post another poem from Wednesday Night Regular before I head off to the club.)
for Sloan
Her eyes caress me
Glancing dangerous places
Making idle promises
Her smile consumes me
Absorbing intellect
Leaving nothing of use
Her song compels me
To the rocky shore
Of her clockwork hips
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
One of my favorites. I liked the recording. :)
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Thanks, TL! I tried really slowing down my delivery to see how it would sound. I wonder if it will work as well at an open mic…
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