David Barger

David Barger is the publisher and editor of Titanium Bound Writings (www.titaniumboundwritings.com). He is the author of “Bottled Up” (An Ovi Projects Book Publication 2010). His poetry has been published in Connotation Press, Word Riot, Haiku Ramblings, Word Salad Poetry Magazine, Ovi Magazine, Zylophone, and Nebo. He enjoys spending time with family and his two Boxer dogs


		next
	Female Laughter by David Barger Male red-breasted robinsCollide in midflight.It is spring and the battle for loveFills the open heavens; The two birds whisk a feet Away from my face(Which all are caught off guard)As they touch ground Flutt
	Everybody wants to play with fire by David Barger Longing to be instilled with warmthIn the forgettable realms of destructionRemembering the heritage of ancestorsWhen worshipping the burning sun Began and ended each passing day.The swimmers still fear the sunrays,
	Finding the back way in by David Barger An awkward moment arisesAs all eyes stare intentlyAt the man with a broad smile.He looks out into the crowdA sense of sophisticationLoiters mixed with the smellOf expensive perfume glazedUpon the walls and floors.

	When the drain unclogs by David Barger Crescent moon hangs in crystal skyLooking like the Cheshire cat’s smileWide and bright without a body.Eeriness lingers through clear nightWith thoughts dangling in my mindKnowing each year this smileMoves slowly a
	The moon, the wolf, and the darkness by David Barger I had just taken my nightly dose of medicationAs I waited for the effects to sit in,And decided to go outsideOut into the neighboring slumber To sit while smoke filled my lungs.The toenail shaped moonHovered low w
	Cyber Wormhole by David Barger I read and waitThen I write and waitEver clinging what anticipatesOf things in truth or fabricate.Again and again what words to be?Repetition builds from nimiety.Dorsodynia lingers onMaking the wait last twi
	Picture from the Attic by David Barger The water's edge reflects the sky;Tree logs with half removed barkWade within the shallow drink.Gray skies mingle with heavy fog.Woman crossing barren plank Meet children in waiting rowboatBringing packed lunc
	Burn, Twinge, and the Fire begins by David Barger Black traces outline a unicornWhere a little girl lives beneath brown thornsWatching two snails leave slime trailsCoating the green blades of untrimmed grass.A five year old boy dreams About fighting dragons with sword
	Inspiration in the seed of hope by David Barger There in our backyard Within the boundaries Of a worn wooden fenceIs a Japanese plum tree.Its trunk is twisted,And the branches spread out Like an oriental hand held fan.Many have grown barrenSeen naked with
	Sparrow's Reflection by David Barger A black morning awokeWrinkled and unrobed;Sparrow raps tap tappingOn the spring windowDeath is approaching soon.Zou-la-lou, my love.Zou-la-lou, my love.My stomach turns unriggedLike a policeman with no
		next