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
Some things fit me skin-tight
A sunrise stuck to my retina
Exploding back to brain
Delicately pigmented
And cushioned below
With seeping fog
How do I know
I am looking east?
You framed it for me,
Didn’t leave me hanging
Over some crush of coast
Skin shivering damp.
Could have left the floating world
Floating
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Posted by highhiker | January 1, 2024, 1:53 PMLove that first stanza and the “seeping fog”. Great work. Thanks for sharing!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 1, 2024, 6:29 PMThank you! Happy New Year.
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Posted by highhiker | January 1, 2024, 6:51 PMHappy New Year!
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | January 2, 2024, 4:24 AMSame to you, CB! May you have a creative and productive 2024.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 2, 2024, 6:53 PMThank you for your good wishes I need them..💚
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Posted by Cassa Bassa | January 2, 2024, 11:12 PMThe waves
visible
on drops
suspended
a boundary
now present
soon to be gone
Sunlight and shadow
swirl
my eyes
see
a flash, a moment
like any other
soon to be gone
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Posted by Chris Clarke | January 2, 2024, 2:57 PMLovely work, Chris! Especially the second stanza. Happy New Year!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | January 2, 2024, 6:56 PM