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- Fraiku: Supernova 2023/05/26
- Darkness 2023/05/24
- Caliente published at Spillwords 2023/05/23
- Ephemeral Me 2023/05/22
- Fraiku: After Rain 2023/05/19
- Cyan 2023/05/17
- Mathias published in the Lothlorien Poetry Journal 2023/05/15
- Fraiku: Picnic in Mid-May 2023/05/12
- Jane Avril at the Moulin Rouge 1893 2023/05/10
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Fraiku: Social Media
Let poetry soothethe slings and arrowsof your social media life
I could use some help
I firmly believe that best way to improve one’s poetry is to get feedback from other poets. I’ve been facilitating a monthly Living Poetry workshop for about ten years now and we’ve recently had to shift our meetings online due … Continue reading
Magical Poetry
A few months ago, I received an owl from Hogwarts. Secrecy being what it is, I could not reveal the true reason for my recent trip to Britain until now. I have been recalled to my position as Poetics Master … Continue reading
Old Bunhill Fields Burial Ground
Old Bunhill Fields Burial Ground How old is this tree under whose branches I write? What’s left of George Fox is somewhere nearby. Maybe his flesh fed the tree whose leaves form a dome of green protecting me from this … Continue reading
Frisbee
When the sun stayed up late because it wasn’t a school night, we would spend our summer evenings playing outside, a pack of neighborhood kids throwing a baseball, football, Frisbee, whatever wasn’t stuck on a roof or down a storm … Continue reading
The Round Up: Red Light Edition
Two of my poems from Wednesday Night Regular, Snake Dancer and Ballerinas, were included in The Round Up Zine’s Red Light Edition. Check it out!
Consumer
The magnetic strip behind the thin plastic with raised numbers rules my life. An embedded chip establishes my worth, determines where I eat, encourages excess. It encodes my history, tracks my whims. I am a collection of transactions, just a … Continue reading
Ignore GPS
You will be my navigator, though you can’t read an old fashioned map and your sense of direction is somewhat skewed. Let’s get lost together. Ride the back roads, turn left on a whim, buy lunch at a farm stand, … Continue reading
VR Skeeball
VR Skeeball The ball feels real, the heft in my hand, minor imperfections in the texture beneath my fingertips. The clinks and clanks of the machinery sound authentic. These hi-def graphics are phenomenal. I can even see waves in the … Continue reading
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 