FNS: Housewarming from Bartholomew Barker


Every Friday night we feature a short story, essay, personal narrative,
poem, spoken word, or short film for your enjoyment.

Helen Presents: a poem from Bartholomew Barker

My life sits in boxes
On steam cleaned carpet

Muffled by coats of paint
My neighbor starts to sing

With ears hugging plaster
I sink into her velvet contralto

Pure as starlight in winter
Smooth as a lake at sunrise

Calm as shadows at twilight
Sweet as chocolate ice cream in summer

I can’t understand the words
Nor do I recognize the tune

But I cling to the song
The caress of a phantom

The only feminine touch
In this new bachelor pad

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry readers in the Triangle-area of North Carolina. He was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit. www.bartbarker.net

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