Author Archives: Bartholomew Barker

Charles Curtis’ Grave

The final grave of this roadtrip is Vice President Charles Curtis, the first vice president with acknowledged non-European ancestry and the only one, so far, with a Native American tribal affiliation. His tombstone reads “Son of the Kanza Nation”. He … Continue reading

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Dwight D. Eisenhower’s Grave

Turns out I didn’t need to buy that ticket after all. When I arrived yesterday in Abilene, Kansas, I swung by the Dwight D. Eisenhower Presidential Library and expected to be able to saunter up to his grave, take my … Continue reading

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Driving across Kansas

Driving across Kansashighways straightas wind shear Rain drapes the roadwipers useless against the stormheadlights losing to darkness Flat applause of large dropsagainst the windshieldchanges to sharp cracksas white peas bounceoff the hood I hear a traintires lose tractionspinning against the … Continue reading

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Jacob Briggs Heavilin’s Grave

I came to Springdale, Arkansas to visit the grave of Jacob Briggs Heavilin, my great great great grandfather, and to try to get more details on how he ended up here but I leave with this photo and more questions. … Continue reading

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Haiku: Left Arm

Left arm sunburnInterstate median irisesSummer roadtrip

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Alben William Barkley’s Grave

The sky was bluer than usual this morning as I drove to Paducah, Kentucky. No clouds and fewer trees as I crossed fields of corn and soybeans. The sky was so blue I could almost pick out the brightest stars … Continue reading

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Summer Haiku

These verdant mountainsfeasting on solstice sunshineand a thunderstorm For today’s Solstice Poetry Prompt from Living Poetry.

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Fraiku: Doctor Verse

Don’t edit yourselfPoetry is the feverLet it heal your mind

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Andromeda

Andromeda Growing up, my girl next door was called Andy.I just assumed gravity would bring us together—like two galaxies slowly merging over a lifetime. It might still happen though we’re no longer neighbors—not that that matters in this age of … Continue reading

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Fraiku: Politics

When conservatives claim government is brokenThey aren’t complainingThey’re bragging

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