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Fraiku: All I Need in December
Long night stars firm in the firmament mulled wine and you
Fraiku: Fog
Soft as kitten paws It sleeps like a fleece blanket comforting us all
Fraiku: Gratitude
Feels like a bear hug warmth of a fellow human you’re not alone (A further expression of gratitude: my thanks to Barbara Leonhard, editor at MasticadoresUSA for publishing one of my dog poems, I dreamt I was walking my dogs … Continue reading
Fraiku: Pilot Whales
Dance on the slip of an abyss Inspiration below — Willing to fall Just like a poet (Yesterday I attended a talk at the Science Café entitled, How Pilot Whales Make Dinner Plans. During the lecture four Living Poets were … Continue reading
Fraiku: Just like America
The soup is boiling over burnt to the bottom of the pot leaping into the fire
Fraiku: Date Night
Secluded booth Sharing a bottle of wine Dessert to go
Fraiku: Between Worlds
In the graveyard, mist rises under the moonlight as the veil draws thin.
Fraiku: Ripped from the Headlines
Trump wrecks White House. No need for metaphor. Life becomes parody. (East Wing of White House reduced to rubble as part of Trump’s ballroom construction)
Fraiku: No Kings
Gather. Assemble. Not so you don’t feel alone. So no one else does. Tomorrow, Saturday October 18th: Find an event near you. You are not the only one who sees the danger, the insanity, the corruption of the Republican regime.
Fraiku: Too Soon Too Soon
As a boy I ran Impatient to begin life Now I shuffle slow Title stolen from Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s A Coney Island of the Mind, 20.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 