No matter where you go, there you are.
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.
Across the 8th dimension
the tracks lead across the snow
following the path ahead to
boldly go where I’ve not gone before
My breath clouds the air above
Like milk it obscures the sky
In this brain I am surely lost
Looking for a sign and the amazing Dr. Bonzai
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Posted by Chris Clarke | December 2, 2024, 8:27 AMI didn’t intend for it to be a Buckaroo poem but you achieved a good one. I especially liked the breath like milk simile. Thanks for sharing, Chris!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | December 2, 2024, 6:55 PMLikeLiked by 2 people
Posted by crazy4yarn2 | December 2, 2024, 11:58 AMLove how you started ordered and rhyming before ending in chaos. Well done!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | December 2, 2024, 7:02 PMIt must have been the gin and tonic. Thanks, Bartholomew!
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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | December 2, 2024, 7:11 PMhttps://melissalemay.wordpress.com/2024/12/05/remind/
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Posted by Melissa Lemay | December 5, 2024, 8:54 PMLovely! I especially liked the last line about what the tree knows. Thanks, Melissa!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | December 5, 2024, 9:11 PMThank youu!
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Posted by Melissa Lemay | December 5, 2024, 9:53 PM