“Ode to the Hull of a Mud Turtle” by Barbara Leonhard

Juan Re Crivello, the creator, Director and Head Editor of Masticadores, has created Magazine, which can be accessed on the menu on his site, Gobblers & Masticadores. I have a poem up there today. My husband, Dierik, brought home a mud turtle shell that he found on one of his walks. As I placed it... Continue Reading →

February 22, 2023 13

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 →

September 30, 2022 9

What Mother Needs: Time to Heal

I revised this poem since putting it up in FREE VERSE REVOLUTION. I’m Still not certain it is finished. Is any poem? What Mother Needs: Time to Heal We are all one kind, one child in the eyes of our wondrous Mother. Our Mother’s lungs are shared by all; we all breathe the same air.... Continue Reading →

January 24, 2020 1

Cocoons

Rice cooks, sheaths burst, steam rises for sacral birth. Seeds hold life released by light. Flowers unfold deep soul in germination. Such is life as it unfolds From seed to crypt. Genesis is not kind. We break free of the organ & in the pain of delivery, engage in battle. A crust... Continue Reading →

November 13, 2019 0

So Long, My Friend

So long, my friend, How short was your stay. I was too caught up In my mindless days To sit with you When your blooms were lush and Singing in the sun and air. You were glorious Even when the snow surprised us all. Still, you held your back up, And your crown never fell.... Continue Reading →

April 17, 2019 8

The Poet Dreamer

The Poet Dreamer Our lives are nights bereft of cogent dreams, Sleep of light thought of lines of poems Forgotten upon rising. We are poets searching for truth in all dimensions Much less our own lives, Our greatest dream and illusion. The mind plays tricks as symbols contest each other In active play as... Continue Reading →

March 23, 2019 0

Rest in Your Being

Rest in your being. Your light is ever shifting its gaze to wholeness As moods can dim what’s inward To quarter light. One cannot judge the size of the heart From dawn to dusk. You are your own moon rising and setting Over the span of hours or days. Time is relative to your... Continue Reading →

February 24, 2019 5

Homo Sanctus Sanctus

At this time of year, when winter sets in and asks us to reflect on our lives, we may feel depressed and hopeless. This is the time of year when we face ourselves, for spiritual hibernation is required to lay the groundwork for new seed in the spring. Despair can be dangerous, but as long as we realize we are in this together, maybe we can all get survive this holy study of soul.