Tag Archives: squirrel

Trusting Humans

Posted on 2025-05-27 by Bartholomew Barker

A grey explosion in my backyard as scared squirrels skitter away and fat mourning doves lumber up into the warming sky. I shake the plastic cup of seeds like a blue baby rattle, hoping to get them used to, maybe … Continue reading →

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Fraiku: Collaboration

Posted on 2024-12-13 by Bartholomew Barker

I spread seeds to entice collaborators into my backyard (Speaking of collaborators, three weeks from tonight, I’ll be performing at the Eno Arts Mill in Hillsborough, North Carolina, as part of the opening of Coalesce 2025. I wrote a poem … Continue reading →

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Through the Window

Posted on 2024-04-22 by Bartholomew Barker

Observing the teenage squirrels at play and titmice foraging among the leaves has convinced me. I’m moving out of my apartment and building a treehouse. Now that everything’s green, no one will notice a studio in the branches. I’ll leave … Continue reading →

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This Squirrel was Playing Chicken

Posted on 2023-07-17 by Bartholomew Barker

He stared me down, right in the middle of my half of the two-lane highway. I came to a complete stop. Thin as a teenage mustache, he must’ve crossed this road before. He knows who’s supposed to yield. Then I … Continue reading →

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Squirrels have Personalities

Posted on 2021-09-13 by Bartholomew Barker

Squirrels have Personalities I’ve got no beef with the quiet oneswho go about their squirrely business,turning over brittle brown leavesin search of fatty seeds and nuts. It’s the ruffians and scapegracesin the yard, taunting my cat, Moriarty,with their harsh chitters … Continue reading →

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Sonnet — April 27

Posted on 2021-04-27 by Bartholomew Barker

For this Two-for-Tuesday prompt from Robert Lee Brewer’s Write Better Poetry blog:Write a believe poem and/or…Write a don’t believe poem. Sonnet — April 27 I believe the earth is flatbecause shape is trivialto me and the pines strainingtowards the sun. … Continue reading →

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