This week let’s write a poem about being dull but make it exciting. Post your results 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.
Like the librarian
in a dowdy dress
and horn-rimmed glasses
things that look dull
can be quite exciting,
once you peel
away her harsh
exterior.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 10, 2018, 5:59 PMThe boy complained,
“Why is everyone just looking at him?
He doesn’t do anything
except cry and sleep.”
“You forgot poop. He also poops,” his father said.
“He’s new, that’s all.
He’ll get more interesting,” his mother said.
“Would you like to hold him?” his dad asked
ignoring the small intake of breath from the bed.
The slender shoulder shrugged.
The boy sat back in the vinyl chair
and accepted the bundle from the nurse.
A yawn and a tiny arm escaped the blanket.
“I wanted a dog. But I guess you’ll do.”
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Posted by JeanMarie | September 11, 2018, 2:44 AMIt’s tough being a big brother.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 11, 2018, 11:04 AM