Thought I’d share another poem from my book Wednesday Night Regular before I head off to the club. Hope you like it.
for Chanel
She sits before me
Crumpled muscles
Under silky skin
Awaiting attention
Of smoothing hands
She is a river
April thawing
Moaning after
Long winters
Of discontent
She is Atlas
Carrying worlds
With these shoulders
Now shrugging
‘Neath my fingers
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.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 