March 12th
Purple confetti
on my car
as if the dogwoods
are celebrating
the squishy ground
but the birds
are singing
too loud,
too early.
I was up late partying
with the trees.
(Wrote this one at a little poetry workshop with some teenagers.)
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 
Lovely!
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Thanks!
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Sweet! Sweet!
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Double thanks!
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=)
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Nice
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Thanks.
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Almost feels like a poetry-on-demand poem
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It was very much like that except we wrote for five minutes and nobody gave me a word but there was this tree out the window.
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