Postcard from the End of the Cretaceous

Like a dinosaur’s nest,
there are no eggs in my mailbox.
The post is nearly extinct
and I’m to blame.

Little mammalian emojis
are nimbler than lumbering
letters sealed with a kiss.
But what have we lost?


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Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt and Living Poetry’s Monday Prompt.

But it got me thinking and so, to appease the postal gods, I will send you, my dear reader, an original poem of ink on paper written in my own hand. All you have to do is email me, bart.barker@gmail.com, with your address and a word to inspire me. I’ll send the poem anywhere a postman will go.

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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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25 Responses to Postcard from the End of the Cretaceous

  1. Katie Frances Hartless's avatar K. Hartless says:

    What a lovely offer. Thank you.

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  2. lightbehindthecloud's avatar lightbehindthecloud says:

    So beautiful! πŸ₯ΊπŸ’•

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  3. Aye Laddie,

    What have we lost indeed? I actually cared about penmanship once. Now we don’t even have to think, we have machines to do that for us too.

    Thought provoking.

    M

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  4. jaidai23's avatar jai says:

    We are all to blame. But the world keeps spinning, and nothing is static…we change or get left in the dust. But when composing poetry, I still use paper and pencil, though my handwriting isn’t as neat as it once was; it’s rusty, like the rest of me. lol
    Poignant poem, Bartholomew. A trifle sad…

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  5. Cassa Bassa's avatar Cassa Bassa says:

    You made a great point!

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  6. thelongview's avatar thelongview says:

    Too true! I’m excited by your offer, so expect an email from me πŸ™‚

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  7. Bill's avatar Bill says:

    What have we lost? A ponderous question. An art form, perhaps.

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  8. Intriguing opportunity Bartholomew! πŸ˜‡

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  9. ivor20's avatar ivor20 says:

    Totally relatable Bart … those perfumed letters were precious …
    https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2020/03/31/a-card-for-the-plumber-poet/

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