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Excerpts from Blue Tarp by David C Baker


The bell in the studio


I put my brushes down

Climbed the stairs

And found

A stranger at my door

He said, "May I bring in

A Friend?"

A tall man with a cane

Came in - sat down

And said

"Where is David?"

I took his hand

My friend I hadn't

seen in years

Professor of Englilsh

Artist, poet

And blind.

"God damn it," he barked

"Where are the paintings?"

I brought them

One by one

And read each one


Photography of cover by Perry Conley

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Expletives such as I've seldom heard

Screamed at me by my friend Seth

The cat

Her tail was caught beneath

the freezer lid

Of course I gave her

The quarter pound of Lox

For a poultice

"What kind of poet was David C Baker?

I'd say a kind one, and certainly

one of a kind."   Judy Faust

A Sprig of Green

An uncommentary


Reflections and shadows

Dissonances and harmony

The seasons

Of being an artist-poet

Still twisting and turning

In a free fall.