Bry Barrault

New York, New York

Born in Washington, DC., graduated from Duke Ellington School of the Arts, studied dance as a child, plays classical violin, attended a one year theatre professional school for actors, attended and finished two years of college at the now defunct Washington International College, and one year of college at the Evergreen State College in Tacoma, Washington, totaling three years of college, not one! She is a published poet in The National Library of Poetry, a member of the International Womens Writing Guild, has received numerous writing awards including the Editors Choice Award, from the National Library of Poetry. She is a Nichiren Shoshu Buddhist for 22 years, and practices consistently morning and evening Gongyo to a small scroll that saved her life numerous times. She enjoys tennis, running, swimming, rock climbing, basketball, jazz, pop, classical music, including Bach, Puccini, Beethoven, Satie, Stravinski, Marsalis and many other classical greats. She is fluent in English, Spanish, half fluent in French, speaks 100 words of Korean and writes 150 words of Korean, 50 words of Japanese, speaks half fluent Greek, 30 words in Mandarin Chinese, and is an expert on physical fitness, vegetarian nutrition and holistic homeopathy medication.

To A Friend

We are like two hundred year old turtles, left over and
washed, a sea
crawling hesitantly
along a beautiful languid isolated beach
searching to discover and greet each other
on some levelistic soft sound,
symbolistic noun, perhaps?
Or touch someplace familiar
someplace warm,
where we will kinder a remembered thought
or say something optfully haste,
Oh no!
We better move slowly,
slow slowly first
cautious, but underneath
certain that this huge crusty fellows indeed a friend
reveling from the same
cold stares
aloof acquaintances
and cold nights left alone
by the sea,
while underneath
dying a slow death
and as the sun sets,
I see your shadowed body
covering mine
as our hardened shell backs
and heads disappear
into a crustaceaned abode,
the tide crashing back and forth
letting us know
we will meet again

Knot

The result o your swirling tongue
Circling mine,
Has turned into
A knot
On my left hand.

Time

Time is the Essence of life
weaving moments
low and high
ticking slowly to tunes,
time, time,
time has a smile
it has a place
make your mark
make it today,
but don't get
lost and caught
in time! time! time!