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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, where he has hosted monthly workshops 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 the Pushcart Prize in 2021, 2024 & 2025 as well as the Best of the Net Anthology in 2024. His work has appeared in The Lake, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, Panoply, Tipton Poetry Journal, the Gyroscope Review and the Naugatuck River Review among others.
Living Poetry
I worry sometimes
that my cries for help are
like torn Tibetan prayer flags
But still the wind and light
and maybe divine breath
can reach me even so.
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Posted by Diana Newton | March 5, 2019, 7:10 PMGreat metaphor! Thanks for sharing.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 5, 2019, 8:41 PM