Barbara Young is still
living and breathing:
Nashville Tennessee (and if you’re going to be in the neighborhood, yell. I know some good places for music and food)
Married to Jim, who’s from western New York (Warsaw, Buffalo).
No kids. I’m left-liberal, lazy, and chaotic. Started writing poetry again for the April 2009 Poetic Asides challenge. I’ve just begun to get into the revision/submission/rejection(sob) phase.
My weaknesses:
Dark chocolate, sage green, bluegrass/jazz
Barbara’s WEB WEDNESDAY INTERVIEW 7/6/2011
(briarcat)briarcat.wordpress.com
The flower that represents Barbara is Coneflower.
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POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Nathan Gatewelder Longs for Spring
“which in our case we have not got”*
Nathan Gatewelder put away childish things
became a member in good standing, an adult
with sensible shirts and foolish ones, and a dog,
white with brown splotches, who came whenever called.
But, in the summer
Nathan longed for spring
He moved from an apartment to a brick house
with an attached garage, a green lawn mower,
a small maple tree with fringed plum copper leaves,
and an attic filled with someone else’s past.
And in the winter
Nathan longed for spring
Nathan built a deck with a stone-lined fire pit,
a chiminea, and a big propane grill.
He invited friends from work to parties,
and married a woman with two small children.
Yet, still, in the fall
Nathan longed for spring
when life is restless
and carbonated
and a man may be
excused for wanting
to stand in the wind
holding a red kite.
Monchielle: the chatter
the chatter of poets
like ordinary chit
chat and shop talk, makes sense
in context. The moustache
and glasses are a pretense.
the chatter of poets
is like dogs in the night
or philosophers’ farts,
long kindergarten jokes,
and code between sweethearts.
the chatter of poets
can be deafening-
choral roars; or, hushed shy
whispers. this one’s silly;
she’s grand; he sings; some cry.
the chatter of poets
(not a collective noun)
fills this symbolic room
in the clouds with Cheetos
bees, belly flops, pink blooms.
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