Let’s write a relaxation poem.
Poetry Pandemic
I remember what it was like
before all this started—
I’d have dinner then decide
if I wanted to write or not.
And if I wasn’t feeling inspired,
I’d just read or play some game
or maybe even watch television
to numb the spiral thoughts.
But this month, I feel locked
in my apartment— forced apart
from my friends and muses,
required to write every night.
And only when this pandemic passes
on Friday will I truly relax.
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 
We can only hope… Nicely done.
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I’m afraid these last four poems are all going to be about how exhausted I am.
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Clever boy! I see what you did there
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I didn’t do nothing. You can’t prove anything.
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