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 →
Three Maladies to Heal in “Three-Penny Memories”
Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir (EIF – Experiments in Fiction, 2022) is mainly about my caregiving to my mother, who suffered from Alzheimer’s. However, two other health conditions/ diseases are crucial parts of my memoir. Mom took care of me when I had measles encephalitis when I was 6 going on 7. Also, following doctor’s... Continue Reading →
Video Poem: The Caregiver’s Craft
https://videopress.com/v/e7Gd3BRe?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&posterUrl=https%3A%2F%2Fextraordinarysunshineweaver.files.wordpress.com%2F2022%2F09%2Fimg_4045.jpg&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true I created a video poem for “The Caregiver’s Craft”, which is in my poetic memoir, Three-Penny Memories, now available on Amazon. For this movie, I selected a random sampling of photos of Mom mostly. The music is public domain, available on my iMovie app. I believe it was called “Hope”. The featured image is... Continue Reading →
Does Grief Ever Die?
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 →
Poetry Reading from Barbara Harris Leonhard and Launch Event news!
I am delighted to present the third in a series of readings from Barbara Harris Leonhard’s debut poetry collection, Three-Penny Memories, A Poetic … Poetry Reading from Barbara Harris Leonhard and Launch Event news! I am so grateful to Ingrid Wilson (EIF-Experiments in Fiction) for her beautiful work on my poetry collection. She’s polished it... Continue Reading →
Gabriela Marie Milton – Editor’s Note on Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women — Short Prose
Front Cover/ Experiments in Fiction /Nick ReevesGabriela Marie Milton – Editor’s Note on Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women When I posted the call for submissions to Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, I wanted to compile an anthology that would underscore how powerful women are, and how much they can…Gabriela Marie... Continue Reading →
Songs for Dusk and Dawn
SINGING with the SETTING SUNRelease into Dreams As you set between the branches of the oak tree, may I see clearly how the day now dips its head, like a sunflower nodding asleep under your gaze. I give you, the setting fire, all that no longer serves me. May it melt into orange light behind... Continue Reading →
“Marie Kondo Cleans My Purse at Starbucks” – Nominated Publication of the Month at Spillwords
I am honored and grateful to the readers, and Dagmara and her editing staff for yet another honor. May I have your vote? It would mean the world to me. You can vote here: https://spillwords.com/vote/ Voting will cease on 3/1 and soon after they will reveal the winner. Please note, you need to register and/or login... Continue Reading →
Bene [a poem] — PhoebeMD: Medicine + Poetry
By Barbara Leonhard | Featured Contributor A note to encourage you in these challenging times. May you walk through the new year with grace and ease. 232 more wordsBene [a poem] — PhoebeMD: Medicine + Poetry Thank you, Phoebe, for helping me share this blessing. This poem grew out of notes I sent out this year to family... Continue Reading →
Marie Kondo Cleans My Purse at Starbucks
New poem up at Spillwords! Thank you Dagmara and the editing staff! This memoir poem is from my poetry collection in progress. I’m looking for a publisher, by the way. 🙏🙏🙏 This poem, as do many in my collection, explores grief, the Mother Wound, our mother-daughter relationship, letting go, and healing. She suffered from Alzheimer's,... Continue Reading →