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A Bird in the Hand…

Posted on 2023/04/27 by Bartholomew Barker

Bobo wouldn’t know what to do with a bird if he ever caught one. He’d probably play with it like a chew toy until it stopped squeaking then leave me to bury the body. Moriarty has honed instincts for the … Continue reading →

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How to Dig a Hole

Posted on 2023/04/10 by Bartholomew Barker

Best after a good rainwhen the earth is softand odors are amplified Follow your nose to an interesting spotthen loosen the soil with your clawsto get through the top layer of grass Throw the dirt with your pawsbetween your legs … Continue reading →

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30 Reasons April is the Cruellest Month

Posted on 2023/04/01 by Bartholomew Barker

Bobo‘s favorite tennis ball, the color of pine tree pollen,still rests in my hand after a pump fake launched him running.He saunters back, tail wagging, ready for another round,not realizing he’s been the victim of a cruel joke. Moriarty doesn’t … Continue reading →

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Canis Redivivus!

Posted on 2022/08/22 by Bartholomew Barker

Canis Redivivus! My dog sleeps like a beach towel drying in the sunafter a vibrant afternoon throwing his tennis ballinto the lake, scaring fish and snapping gnats. When he’s had his fill of fecund water, he collapsesonto the sand, panting, … Continue reading →

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Far from the Madding Crows

Posted on 2022/04/17 by Bartholomew Barker

Another combination of two prompts:For today’s prompt, write a mad poem.Comic artist Lynda Barry, and asks you to write about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about. Far from the Madding Crows There’s a murder of crows conveningoutside my … Continue reading →

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My Dog Bobo

Posted on 2022/04/03 by Bartholomew Barker

For today’s prompt, write a smell poem. My Dog Bobo Gets frustrated while we walkbecause I don’t let him savorthe odors in the earthor on the tree trunks My nose fails to fathomthe subtle shades of scentthe delicate melody on … Continue reading →

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