This week write a poem about one of your forerunners, someone who lead the way for you, could be an ancestor, a mentor, an inspiration. We all stand on the shoulders of giants, did you remember to take off your shoes? Post your answer below.
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Living Poetry 
Perfect timing for this theme- I’m just starting to work on a family history. Here is a link to a poem about my grandfather: https://bilocalalia.wordpress.com/2018/01/30/imprinted/
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Posted by bilocalalia - talking about living in two places | January 30, 2018, 2:35 PMI especially liked the ending, “setting his future one letter at a time / for prompt delivery every week.”
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 30, 2018, 7:18 PMThank you!
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Posted by bilocalalia - talking about living in two places | January 30, 2018, 8:18 PM