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About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. 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 makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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