Dead Uncertainty
by Sam Barbee
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at times is called a flicker. is sifted with silver. heartens friction. confirms enchantment. |
The pulse on the end of a candle Today’s implacable myth Leaves chasing gusts about the yard Translucence baptizing the puddle |
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at times is called cruelty. ripens false positive. is termed pilgrimage. insinuates atonement. |
Doves’ refusal to flee against squall A pearl of sand in the shell’s crotch The tall boy with jeweled lobes Tune conjoined to an impending hello |
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at times is called emulsion. befriend serration. can be christened harsh. implies flint. |
Tempera whisking wedge of horizons Innuendos as you include me Garnish sprinkled on my white plate Reticence on a tongue’s confession |
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never reveals presumption. will be known as craving. can be called turbulence. at times it is phenomenal. |
Passion tilting the sullied halo Syntax twisting the crime of clarity Coffee steaming in a brunet mug When you offer a phenomenal embrace |
About the author
Sam Barbee’s poems have appeared Poetry South, The NC Literary Review, Crucible, Asheville Poetry Review, The Southern Poetry Anthology VII: North Carolina, Georgia Journal, Kakalak, and Pembroke Magazine, among others; plus on-line journals Vox Poetica, Sky Island Journal, Courtland Review and The New Verse News.
His second poetry collection, That Rain We Needed (2016, Press 53), was a nominee for the Roanoke-Chowan Award as one of North Carolina’s best poetry collections of 2016. He was awarded an “Emerging Artist’s Grant” from the Winston-Salem Arts Council to publish his first collection Changes of Venue (Mount Olive Press); has been a featured poet on the North Carolina Public Radio Station WFDD; received the 59th Poet Laureate Award from the North Carolina Poetry Society for his poem “The Blood Watch”; and is a Pushcart nominee.
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