Author of Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir (EIF-Experiments in Fiction, 2022). Pushcart Nominated Poet 2022. Editor MasticadoresUSA.
Nominated for a Pushcart Prize by Ingrid Wilson, Editor and Owner of EIF, Experiments in Fiction. This poem is in my debut poetry collection, "Three Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir", which opened on Amazon as the #1 Release in Family Poetry. Since then it has been on and off the best-seller list in three categories.... Continue Reading →
For several years, with the help of supportive siblings, I was Mom’s main caregiver as her case of Alzheimer’s progressed. I had finally convinced my mother to move closer to one of her seven kids, and she chose me. When I told my uncle that news, he asked, “Barbara, do you love your mother?” I... Continue Reading →
My gratitude to Gabriela Marie Milton for publishing my poem today! Thank you for reading and sharing comments! I appreciate all of you! image: Pixabay by KELLEPICS Ode to the Wounds by Barbara Harris Leonhard https://www.extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog.@BarbaraLeonhar4 The stabs, jabs, stinging words.The betrayals yoked to the neck.The grief planking the lost heart. The abandonment stretchedinto the... Continue Reading →
This poem is included in an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/12/fire-ice-the-faces-of-grief/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice, which features this poem (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Before Eden Fell We were all immortal, our beauty, captured forever in flora and fauna so brilliant that light itself had... Continue Reading →
In a couple of previous posts (February 2018), I described the time I had measles encephalitis when I was six going on seven. One of those posts includes a poem about the experience, “Hope was not a Loss”. In the other post “Measles Encephalitis”, I described the event and showed how this illness and the... Continue Reading →
Shadow Shadow clings to me; I, to the Light. No angle to the sun Will rid me of Shadow. Shadow is tallest At highest Light, And dimmest At highest Night. Freedom from Shadow Is an illusion. She is always over my shoulder and Hard to slap When she constantly rebukes me Into my tormented... Continue Reading →
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 