Barb Dukeman

Joined June 2021

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I have three books published on Amazon if you want to read more. I have shorter pieces (less than 600 words at https://barbdukeman.substack.com/. Subscribe today if you like what you read here or just say Hi.

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Fairy Floss
Spinning sugar makes no sound Billowing blue atop a white cone The scent of fruit and summertime Puffs of sticky sweetness on my fingers
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Poets
Shattered to Strength
The crushing weight of anti-love you used against me kept me down without a way to breathe you found my weakest seams and pulled the strings
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Pride
In a Box
Don't touch me. Trapped inside a man's body, I hide. Shrinking down to waste. I peek through the slats
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Pride
The Light Not Forgotten
My evening walk is later than usual today. I like to watch the bats swooping down after their meals, which reminds me that I haven’t had anything today. Nobody is out tonight, and the autumn air is redolent of vanilla and decay. As I walk along the sidewalk, the blades of dying grass are humming and whispering. This reassures me all is well these many years. I have never missed a day.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
Illusionist in a World of Reality IV
It's so real now, to be. I have a love again. But I do not feel whole. I am empty. I am desolate. I cannot fathom tomorrow
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
Illusionist in a World of Reality I
Hey! What's going on here? That's really supposed to be funny. Remember? Come on, make a circle. What? You say you have to work overtime to pay
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
I am Bleeding Music
I am bleeding music I am hurt; my mind, a wrecked room. the way in, an inky vacuum swallowing words.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
College Class
My head is full of empty thoughts; noises echo lazily, echo lazily; Kant, Obtuse angles, Joyce, and Wars
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
Bittersweet
Billy spoke first. “Those guys were mean.” Still upset from the insults, he shifted in his booth seat, keeping his napkin tucked inside the neck of his shirt.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Psyche
Slivers of Whispers
Slivers of whispers fading away In the quiet shadows of night Lilting voices drip like liquid light Exiting the air, falling on the ground.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
Thoughts No Longer Hidden
He awoke in a different place. The sounds, the light, the smells were far different from when he went to sleep last night. He looked down at himself, lying on a sidewalk, and tried to remember what happened in the last ten hours.
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Fiction
Times Like These
Sojourn into a vacuum of time and space In an ultimate and utter lack of distraction. Let your mental chittering fall into the bright black void,
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets