Tag: Support

TP Haiku and Sunday Chat with Steve 3/15/20, the one where I thank old friends of the Cafe

Kind remarks from a wonderful support to writers!

Go Dog Go Café

White square rarity What else can serve your purpose? No one wants to know ~ Em C. 3.14.20

TP Haiku

Go Dog Go Cafe friends, baristas and guests… some of you may recall that the idea of an Internet coffee shop for writers was inspired by an exchange I had with Poet Girl Em a few years back. So when Christine approached me about starting a collective, I merged the Go Dog Go Treetop idea she and I had bantered about in comments with the Coffee Shop idea Em and I had bantered about and the Go Dog Go Cafe was born. Check out the About page for details…

Anywho… Em had been pretty quiet around these Word Press parts but she has come back with a humorous flourish with this haiku! Take the time to visit the First Friend of the Cafe and a dear old blogging friend of…

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Grace

This poem is included in an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Grace the leaves have fallen and stomped to dust I am laid bare, exposed to wind my limbs, brittle, still pleading for a meal of sun... Continue Reading →

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Searching

I am crying for the Amazon because the loss of animal life and the trees is devastating. This poem honors our forests, the arms of the Goddess, still reaching out to us though we forget who she is, our dear Mother Earth. The way goes deep into these dark woods. Your Mag-lit blinks as shadows... Continue Reading →

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Grace

This poem is included in an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Grace the leaves have fallen and stomped to dust I am laid bare, exposed to wind my limbs, brittle, still pleading for a meal of sun... Continue Reading →

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New Audio: This Sand

The original post of this poem was March 18, 2018. My delivery style is inspired by the poet David Whyte. Copyright ©2018/03/31 Barbara Harris Leonhard@extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com Image: “Sands of Time” digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha's Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog  

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This Sand

This Sand   This sand, Tiny bits of earth and rock, Marking paths through thickets. This ground, stomped flat By those in search of berries, Ambling lovers With secrets in flowers.   This sand, Tiny bits of earth and rock, Creating mosaics and desert dust Under hot sun, A bed for cacti Stretching to oasis.... Continue Reading →

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