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Aiden Barbour

This Is July

When I would see a girl, turn into a little mammal, a small fox, and she would paw at her little ears Right next to the black ash at…

Apr 3

Apr 3

Child of the Short Spark

I see your slow swirl In number 18 Swirling up the telephone pole. I see you climb the metal bars With your outstretched arms As you…

Mar 15

Mar 15

The Future Is Rusty

Barns, with their sweaty Gambrel retaining the moisture of mornings, Sit in place by their respective crop fields Withering away for…

Mar 6

Mar 6

Florida: Boats and Sasquatch’s

The best medicine is bourbon.

Feb 17

Feb 17

Theres a Toad in the Drain

When my Fire-bellied toad came back from the dead, he came back as a hot shower. He came back as music, whose notes fly through the air…

Jan 27

Jan 27

Eligibility and Entrants

The inclination of moonbeams lighted the assemblage, Passing through the clouds. Lighted the tattered little cabin, more like a box…

Jan 16

Jan 16

All We Love We Leave Behind

I recently attended a memorial service. Several weeks ago, I learned about the passing of Jim Gustafson, a poet who had been living in Fort…

Apr 28, 2023

Apr 28, 2023

A Man in Need of Renovations

Like a bone stuck in the ground, destined to loom over its grave, there stood the lighthouse, the deadest carnation to ever still stand. In…

Apr 28, 2023

Apr 28, 2023

R.I.P Jeremiah Green

I wish the best for everyone who has listened to Green play drums, even if they didn’t know it was him

Jan 9, 2023

R.I.P Jeremiah Green

Jan 9, 2023

Goodnight Park

I walk through parks And I walk through forests And on paths that go to places Deerstalker cap upon a bed-headed dressed head I examine…

Jan 4, 2023

Goodnight Park

Jan 4, 2023

Aiden Barbour

Aiden Barbour

Just an ordinary someone trying to muster the courage to share some words. It usually ends up being sentimentally troubled verbiage.

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