Fraiku: Brood

Posted on 2024-05-10 by Bartholomew Barker

Every 13 years poems dig
themselves up — molting metaphors
open mic drone

(Found this little guy, legs up, twitching on the sidewalk. I took this shot after turning him over. Hope he gets laid and dies well.)

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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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19 Responses to Fraiku: Brood

  1. Ali Grimshaw's avatar Ali Grimshaw says:
    2024-05-10 at 19:38

    Clever and left me smiling

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  3. Michele Lee's avatar Michele Lee says:
    2024-05-10 at 20:24

    Excellent analogy! Nice of you to save the little guy. Hope he makes the most of your efforts. 😁

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  5. JeanMarie's avatar JeanMarie says:
    2024-05-11 at 09:37

    I’m bugged by this. ;)

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  7. Sunra Rainz's avatar Sunra Rainz says:
    2024-05-18 at 10:51

    That’s a lovely thing to wish for anyone! 😄

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