Tag Archives: fly

Soaring

Posted on 2025-05-13 by Bartholomew Barker

I tell my friends, I let you go, but we both know I had no choice. And now I see you soaring, silhouetted, barely recognizable even with binoculars. The solid earth must seem so pedestrian, so predictable, to someone who … Continue reading →

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Step into my Parlor

Posted on 2020-04-05 by Bartholomew Barker

Again one prompt clarifies the other. “For today’s prompt, write a moment poem.” “It’s Day 5 of National Poetry Month and today’s poem prompt is Twisted.” Step into my Parlor One pungent morning, I was flying— that’s what I’m called … Continue reading →

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