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 →
“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 →
Nomination for Publication of the Year on Spillwords
My poem, “Marie Kondo Cleans My Purse at Starbucks” has been nominated Publication of the Year on Spillwords. The poem follows. If you like the poem, would you vote for it? It would mean a lot to me. The poem is included in my debut poetry collection, Three-Penny Memories: A Poetic Memoir (EIF-Experiments in Fiction, 2022). Congratulations... Continue Reading →
The Emperor’s Dragon By Barbara Leonhard — Gobblers & Masticadores
Thank you, Juan Re Crivello, for publishing my poem about my 2008 trip to China. It was amazing and magical. I was carried away by the Emperor’s Dragon. You may access the poem via the link below. Upon visiting China in 2008 Bone to bone with natives, I capture a sight once forbidden by the... Continue Reading →
New Earth By Barbara Leonhard
The summer’s remaining bounty, harvested for the season’s last soup. Though the sun is low, fruit grips the vine, and kale fights like a hardy … (Please read on ….) New Earth By barbara Leonhard Thank you, Juan Re Crivello, for publishing my poem today on Gobblers & Masticadores! Juan is the creator and Director... Continue Reading →
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver
This is an older poem explaining the origin of the name of my blog. I found this name with one of those fun apps that came across my Facebook page. Though the method to discover this name was mundane, the name speaks volumes. Source is all. I decided to keep the name for my journaling. Weaver... Continue Reading →
The Mirror of Fear
Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?
Oh What a Beautiful Day!
Sunrise on the Sea of Sorrows
Calling all angels to pass this along send add something to it. Sign your name if you like.