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hereticsloversmadmen.wordpress.com
I gaze into the thousands of twinkling eyes of my dark mother who reassures me, I don't matter. Photo by Klemen Vrankar on Unsplash 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,... |
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bartbarkerpoet.com
Bury me in soggy ground heart decomposing a song as bones become stone (My own photo from The Hunterian Museum, University of Glasgow) |
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iwriteher.com
pxhere.com Early Birds How I hate those poets who rise at dawnto write a couple hours before work-Wallace Stevens especially, Emperor of Ice-Cream,my ass! You're not the only one with a day job. And don't get me started on Ted Kooser,who should be staying up late in the flatlandsto watch the milky way flow instead... |
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bartbarkerpoet.com
I think I remember seeing my breath as a kid but maybe that's just a story my parents told- like their claim I once tasted snow. The Arctic ocean mirrors the azure sky- I stand on the rail of a slow cruise ship in summer, sunny all day and all night. No more ice caps.... |
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