Rage, rage against the dying of the light

CandleHappy Solstice, dear readers!

On this most ancient and most human holiday, the sun in the Piedmont set very close to the moment of the Solstice. But don’t worry, I lit a candle on my desk so I’m sure the sun will return earlier and earlier each day for at least the next six months or so.

How are you celebrating tonight?

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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5 Responses to Rage, rage against the dying of the light

  1. JeanMarie says:

    Quietly at home. A candle burning against the darkness.

    Peace.

  2. Will says:

    I thought I go dancing naked in the woods with all my pagan friends ;).

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