Hallow

Oil of perception.

Before the feast, an anointing, 

which is to say I see you

which is to set the table

in hope

that when bread falls

like grain of wheat to soil

we may break

and eat a chorus

of amens.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

3 thoughts on “Hallow”

  1. Bartholomew Barker – Hillsborough, North Carolina – Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
    Bartholomew Barker says:

    Now THIS is a graceful poem!

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