by Stacy Barton on December 1, 2014

I’m a Yaya!


unbelievable feeling…crazy experience…blessed position…awed by god above in the intricacies and specificities and personal touch of his enormous spirit. wild love. grand hope. pulsing life. radiating out and out and out and out….can you feel it?


Locally Grown Words Book Fair…with ME!

by Stacy Barton on November 19, 2014


COME support local words & buy some Christmas presents @BOOKMARKIT !

Join us for the “Locally Grown Words” book fair–and look for my table at the East End Market…

Copies of my new poetry chapbook Like Summer Grass from Finishing Line Press will be for sale as well as copies of my previous book from WordFarm Press, Surviving Nashville: Short Stories. Plus I can tell you how to get the kindle version of my short story collection and I promise to be ready to spill all the latest “dirt” on my upcoming novella, Lily Harp & Stories, due out through WordFarm Press at the AWP conference in Minneapolis in April.

Come enjoy the local scene as authors chat about words, sign and sell their books, and generally create a sly ruckus at the fabulous independent bookstore Bookmark it at the East End Market  on Corrine Drive in Orlando.

Join us if you can…if only to keep me from looking like an unimpressive, unpopular, literary dork.


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bless you lisa

November 5, 2014

there are moments in life, when, if you choose, you may step into something greater than you had imagined. i had such an experience today. my friend lisa curtis at massageworkz in winter garden…took me in. and i do mean “took me in.” Lisa has an unbelievable gift, a honed skill and a gracious practice of helping […]

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Evening Muse

November 3, 2014

Evening muse ends this ordinary day terrible   with certainty. Pink breeze ruffles the fringed fingers of the palm ripples late waters as I hammock swing, dreaming   with paper and pen, muse   the well, find the time I first felt your hair— my hand, your spirit each hour so clear from a page […]

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My Yaya Room

October 31, 2014

This is my Yaya room…created for my girl-grandbaby coming in two weeks or so…also in anticipation of others yet to come…my new role rising ever before me…mamma, to observer, to friend, to Yaya…each movement of relationship a gift…a moment of new breath…a hope, a treasure, a new endeavor. i welcome each new chance to love […]

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“Hope” is the Thing With Feathers

October 28, 2014

As Emily Dickinson wrote: “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must be the storm – That could abash the little Bird […]

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the making of Yaya

October 27, 2014

you know it takes almost 10 months to make a baby. and most of that time to prepare a mommy and a daddy. but i am here to tell you that even after four babies of my own, and four young adult launches into the great wide blue, it has taken me until 3 weeks before her […]

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Like Summer Grass — book launch finally!

October 13, 2014

so after launching our four kids this spring…i am finally going to “launch” my new chapbook of poetry that came out in june through finishing line press! we will gather at my dear friends Janice and Seth’s in winter park on friday october 24th at 7pm. if you want to know where…email me and i will give you […]

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Gargoyle Magazine…my poems soon!

October 8, 2014

Richard Peabody, the ever so gracious editor of the famed Gargoyle Magazine (good old literary journal in DC) has chosen three of the poems from my new book, Like Summer Grass, to appear in his upcoming journal. He usually publishes only once a year…this year twice. I am in issue #62….so stay tuned and I will announce its […]

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late summer

October 6, 2014

post season baseball hums on the tv before the sun goes down on a monday night. the doors and windows are open. a breeze blows in – cool enough, even by central florida standards. i stand in the kitchen and chop onions for the risotto. peel shrimp. slice and dice a salad. todd sits with […]

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