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Middle Child
Big brother is impatient for little sister’s decorations to come down like a sugar high. He doesn’t like her goth aesthetic of black and orange. He’d rather be of good cheer, all bright and flashy. And here I sit between … Continue reading
Día de los Muertos
We lay an offering on the alter.For great-grandfather Whilum,a trowel encrusted with the earth.For great-grandma Emma,a bowl of butterscotch candy.For grandma Mary,a feed-sack apron.For grandpa Boppi,a dancing harmonica.For my father Peter,another flashlight magnetic and powerful.And for my mom— rye,sweet vermouth … Continue reading
Pumpkin Pickins
I Through the weeds the pumpkins pop like a stoplight cautioning us because Grandma hasn’t given the green light to go into the garden II Musty leaves dry at the bottom of the pile where their fellows rise like the … Continue reading
The Day Is Done
I squint because my pupils are dark as ripe walnuts on this midnight mission to the kitchen as the harsh light of the fridge bulb floods the tile floor. Rummage past the carrots, apples and leftover Chinese which I save … Continue reading
The Six Circles of Summer
In the first circle mosquitoes suck the joy out of twilight In the second circle poison ivy wraps around our bare ankles In the third circle leaves wither on branches no shade from the sun In the fourth circle sweat … Continue reading
Dandelion Bouquet
Picking the brightest flowers in the yard to present to my mother golden butter petals stems green as honey dew conquering the grass thrusting through pavement I offer the bouquet as a trophy to mom received with grace placed in … Continue reading
Entering the Forest
The crisp chill soothes my skin having been broiled in the sun during this long summer walk. I look up into an emerald sky and suddenly feel as if the trees were singing me a lullaby. Robins nest in my … Continue reading
He awakes
He awakes stretches in the fragile sun lithe limbs lengthen beckoning After the first hot day and a solid rain the forest become a cavern of green Unable to resist the aromas of the blossoms I rush into his arms … Continue reading
Waiting for Spring
Ambushed by snow ankle deep filthy slush Shiv’ring ‘neath dirty clouds looming o’er Waiting for the timid sun to peek through cumulus curtains A mild breeze caresses my cheek signaling the tulipdillious blossomation of inevitable spring (Another group effort … Continue reading
A Very Early Christmas Morning Long Ago
The tinsel twinkles in the streetlight seeping through the predawn living room. I am awake, having stealthed down the steps to seek Santa’s surprises. With trembling hand, I ease the plug into the outlet and lights explode like jewels, revealing … Continue reading
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 