Under my seat grim
grinding guttural grumble
no sleep in jet planes
(Hoping to hold off jet lag long enough to watch Scotland defeat Germany.)
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.
Safe travels!
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Thank you, Tre. So far so good.
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ππΎππΎππΎ You’re most welcome!
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More time to write poetry. π Hope you make it through your game and safe travels.
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Alas, my consciousness evaporated like Scotland’s defense. Thanks, Michele.
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ha Well, in your situation, it was good that you were able to let down your guard. Are you in Scotland? π€π» My pleasure!
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I am! Had fish & chips for dinner last night. Might have more tonight.
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Been missing my dose of your Friday haiku to delight my evening! π€©
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Safe travels and I can relate, my trip to Germany last summer was very similar. π
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Thanks, Pam! Fortunately I haven’t suffer much jet lag this time.
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Well, they got sadly thrashed and it was painful to watch. Hope you enjoyed the game regardless! π
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I can’t say I enjoyed it but I have enjoyed most of the other matches so far.
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Same!
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