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Issue # 6 January 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


David was born in the winter of 1959 in Lincolnshire, England, where he still lives with his wife. He has a son at the University of Hull. He has had a life-long love of all things artistic and historical, painting and poetry in particular. Only rarely has he had poems published and his paintings are usually to be seen online these days, rather than hanging in galleries.

In 2011 his first collection of poetry, 'Anonymous Lines', was published. You can see his other work on

David Francis Barker

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Thunderstorms must be worked through,
put up with like a cold, a bad stomach –
a fight rumbling darkly across open fields.

Let it run its course until the heat has gone.
The ripples on the table outside,
they're more random now,

that little pool has quickly shrunk.
And I can hear the birds' relief,
their after-storm songs.

Now you ask me to join you,
to step outside for some fresh air.
I'll have to think about that