Author Archives: Bartholomew Barker

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

To My Fellow White Men

To My Fellow White Men We’re great, that’s undeniable, we put ourselves on the moon, kicked Hitler’s Nazi ass and ran the English out of America. But all those fine accomplishments with flags and parades were achieved by our grandfathers … Continue reading

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Once Upon a Time

Once Upon A Time A man could raise a family, pay off a mortgage and take a nice vacation every year on a single salary. That’s where I was raised, that quaint country called America. It wasn’t perfect, just ask … Continue reading

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Suicidal Voter Guide

Try to keep your head out of the oven for just one more month. Unless it’s an electric then walk away from the window and go to your polling place. Unless you live in a ranch then leave the pills … Continue reading

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Tick-Tock

Tick-Tock Your television is getting desperate. Soon it will yell accusations and promises, innuendo and fevered dreams. The clock is counting down to Election Day. There’s a reason they spend money on advertising. It works. There are enough stupid people … Continue reading

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Ruthless

Ruthless Being ruthless at chess, clearing the checkered field of battle leads to victory and all the people and horses return unharmed for the next match. Being ruthless at football, playing to injure your opponent only leads to escalating violence, … Continue reading

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That Uncle is Coming to Thanksgiving

That Uncle is Coming to Thanksgiving He used to keep his racist, sexist, homophobic opinions to himself but he discovered the internet and now believes it’s okay to give full voice to whatever his scattered friends in their white privileged … Continue reading

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We the People

It used to be that Labor Day was when campaigns began so things might get a little more political around here. We the People If you believe in Democracy, you should register to vote. If you think you’re registered to … Continue reading

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My Nepenthe

WordPress let me know recently that it’s been five years since I started this blog. Happy birthday to me, I suppose. Since I first started blogging to help promote my first book, Wednesday Night Regular, here’s one of the poems … Continue reading

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In Praise of Mushy Peas

The first draft of this poem was written at the Chelsea Pensioner pub back in June during my vacation in London. In Praise of Mushy Peas Green as spring Birthed in the garden Plucked by man Bred for the task … Continue reading

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Poetry Reading and Prizes

This quickly approaching Sunday afternoon at 2pm, I’ll be one of the featured readers performing at McIntyre’s Books as part of the North Carolina Poetry Society Reading in Fearrington Village. I won’t just be reading from my latest book, Milkshakes and … Continue reading

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