One of my old poems, Gifts of Flesh, has been published at the wonderfully naughty Horror Sleaze Trash. Before clicking the link, know that this poem was commissioned by a Dominatrix to celebrate an anniversary with one of her slaves. While I don’t use any proscribed words, it illustrates a scene from one of her sessions which some may find disturbing. I know I did.
My thanks to their editor, Arthur Graham, for accepting this sexy poem which I never thought would receive a wider audience.
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 
That’s a little gem you have. 👍💚
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Thanks, CB! It was an “interesting” project.
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The role reversal at the end was an interesting turn, taking us deeper into the psyche of the Dominatrix.
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Yeah, I did not expect that when interviewing her.
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I suppose in that context, expect the unexpected.
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Hmmm – there are many ‘sides’ to this issue…..if you choose to – have a look at ‘Call me Madam’….
http://www.spanglefish.com/berniesblog/blog.asp?blogid=16071
( I don’t have a suitable image for this one!)
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Yeah, I’m a strong proponent of consent. As long as no one is being coerced, folks can do whatever they want.
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Wow, Batholomew!
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“Wow” is just the response I was hoping for. Thanks, Dawn!
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