Author Archives: Bartholomew Barker

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.

Milkshakes & Chilidogs Reviewed!

Dawn Pistorino posted a review of my chapbook of food poems today. I encourage all my readers to check it out and follow her fine blog. I love these lines from her review: You will not find any anorexic rejection … Continue reading

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Fraiku: Bad Habits

Pull cork from bottle Save in drawer for your collection But never see you again

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3 Experiments That Prove The World Is Flat Poetically

My car is jealous of poetry because it fills the garage. Rickety card tables and milk crates are covered with beakers, books and Bunsen burners bubbling away useless words. My hands shake as I pour reagents, mixing the smoothest line … Continue reading

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Fraiku: Me & Wolves

I write poetry with the same intent as wolves howling at the moon

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Blue Magick

Blue Magick I call upon the spirits of light, the angels of constitutional democracy, of reasonable policy based upon science, I humbly beseech you: Arise! Cast out the demons of fear and corruption. Break the curse of lies, hatred and … Continue reading

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Fraiku: Twilight

Night falls on democracy When the people fail to vote Be the dawn Vote early if you still can. Tuesday is Election Day.

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While Exploring Le Musée des Arcanes

While Exploring Le Musée des Arcanes His eyes follow me around the cluttered room,this portrait of a man from another century—painted by a skilled hand, fine brushstrokesthough the artist neither signed the worknor identified their subject. I gaze into his … Continue reading

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Bartholomew Barker

Originally posted on I Write Her:
Agata Samulska – Unsplash Roses I only pretend to smell the roseswhen I kiss their petals with lipschapped by twenty years of thirst. I never expected to live this longwithout you. For the Bird…

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Fraiku: Halloween

Streetlight shadows dancelike a Witches’ Sabbatheyes glow under my bed

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Halloween Television

Trick or Treaters have appeared not at my door but on TV The Democrats wearing scary masks faces twisted and darkened With Republicans in happy family man costumes pure as a newborn lamb in fresh fallen snow I’ve tried throwing … Continue reading

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