Fraiku: Barefoot

Posted on 2022-05-06 by Bartholomew Barker

I love walking barefoot
on freshly cut glass
my blood— the morning dew

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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.
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15 Responses to Fraiku: Barefoot

  1. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:
    2022-05-06 at 20:39

    You are a sneaky devil aren’t you? You knew I would read it as “grass” and then do a double take when I had to re-read it. I am retraumatized now from the most recent laceration.

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  2. carolyncordon's avatar carolyncordon says:
    2022-05-06 at 22:54

    A fine and cutting poem, well done!

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  3. Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris's avatar Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris says:
    2022-05-07 at 00:08

    Bloody well done Bartholomew! 😉

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  4. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:
    2022-05-07 at 07:11

    It’s always a hazard…

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  5. yourplateormine967244485's avatar yourplateormine967244485 says:
    2022-05-07 at 09:45

    Yes, very clever indeed! 🤗

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  6. pensivepoetblog's avatar pensivepoetblog says:
    2022-05-07 at 11:34

    Seems like a sign of the times. Ouch!

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