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Monthly Archives: November 2021
Happy Mudlark
Happy Mudlark“A mudlark is someone who scavenges in river mud for items of value…” Tramp through the mudthe best job evermy boss is the tide I rediscover what’s forgottenlike this forty year old class ringthrown by an angry girlfriendafter she … Continue reading
Fraiku: Sweeney Todd
Ruby words drip from the penRestored to my hand by his masterpieceAt last my arm is complete (Words mostly stolen from Sweeney Todd to honor Stephen Sondheim. So it goes.)
I’m thankful
I’m thankful that the porcelain moon glides through her phasesthat the planets march in a line across the skythat Polaris won’t be our North Star forever that spring rains carve new beds with their floodsthat summer sparked wildfires unmap foreststhat … Continue reading
Grateful for Blueberries
Grateful for Blueberries Blueberry pie may be purplebut it tastes like the bluesummer sky reflectingoff a cold mirror lakein New England. I brace for the shockas flavor soaks my tongueand drown in a sweetthanksgiving. (Another prompt combo: blue and gratitude.)
Lunar Eclipse Fraiku
Do not come betweenthe Sun and his daughter Moonlest there be blood
“For now we see through a glass, darkly…”
“For now we see through a glass, darkly…” Paul wrote that to the Corinthians in Koine Greek, a language I don’t know, so I can’t comment on whether it should be translated as “mirror” or “glass”. But as a poet, … Continue reading
Fraiku: Archaic
Autumn nights grow longerSullen clouds extinguish the moonWe write by candlelight
Pushcart Prize Nominations
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com The Pushcart Prize Nominations have been submitted by Prolific Pulse Press LLC As I read through all the poetry from this year to select just the right ones, it was a difficult job, but when…
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Agent of Empire
Agent of Empire I tried to change the systemfrom within. I failed. Our Empire is not easily turned.We’re not a kayak on a lakewhere dipping a paddlebrings new direction. We’re an ocean container shipthat doesn’t notice heavy seasand plows heedless … Continue reading
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Discarded oak leafdrills through the crystalline aira cold moon rises
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 