This collaboration by Nolcha Fox and me is heartfelt. Like many people, we are traumatized by yet another mass shooting this week alone. The poem speaks for itself. We have grief, anger, worry. No words. You can access the poem, which published on MasticadoresUSA today, by clicking the link below. I’m just an old lady... Continue Reading →
My Wacky Friend, Grief by Nolcha Fox and Barbara Leonhard — Hotel
Thank you, Juan Re Crivello, for publishing this collaboration written by myself (right aligned) and Nolcha Fox (left aligned). Such fun! I find her in my attic rummaging through an old cedar chest filled with broken hearts. She’s donned Mom’s silky wedding dress. But on her head, Grandpa’s fedora. Her shoes, Grandma’s slippers. In her... Continue Reading →
“Mischief” by Nolcha Fox and Barbara Leonhard — Hotel
Thank you, Juan Re Crivello, for publishing this collaborative piece by me and Nolcha Fox. We are so delighted! The gremlins ate my links for lunch, I cannot get to Amazon. Now they’re eyeing photographs I stored on my computer. Social media may be next. Will I be erased? They spoon stuporinto my coffee.Stir in... Continue Reading →
“If I had an extra November day” by Nolcha Fox and Barbara Leonhard
I’d play in the leaves I piled up the day before, eat another slice of pecan pie. I’d light the candle in the pumpkin one more night. How nice to have an extra day of fall before the winter lays its icy hand upon the barren branches. A day to lay aside those things I’ve... Continue Reading →