Today’s Manifesto

by Stacy Barton on June 29, 2016

I believe in intelligent design, inspired by divine love.

I believe that the natural laws of the physical world offer universal truth.

I believe in the existence of both good and evil.

I believe that humans are triune beings of mind/body/spirit.

Through the rhythm of nature, I see the cycle of birth, death, and rebirth, and experience life at its essence as eternal, pointing to divine design.

As an eternal being, dwelling in a physical body, my mind connects the realms of heaven and earth through the sight of my spirit.

From my spirit connection to the divine, I understand that love and wholeness are available to all, in a cycle made complete throughout eternity.

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by Stacy Barton on June 8, 2016

Once mine, they leave

on the tide,

return to the deep,

swim leagues

to find bright coral


born of brilliance.

I watch their freedom dance


from the tidal pool.

Late in the sun,

silver minnows swim

like party ribbons,

crabs chase my toes

a sand dollar grows

salty in my palm;

treasures once mined

by my young

who this day

spray their way

to sea


leaving me

heart to heaven

body in sand.

The sun falls away.

I stand wondering

how he painted the moon

to bring the tide

and draw it back,

leaving me


in the dusk of mourning.


The air shifts cool

as velvet curtains

close the night.

Stars rise,

shine on the skin

of new whales

diving again


and again





forgiving is like that, he said

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don’t tell me this breeze passing blues singing on midnight porch with patient dog lying   is not   or that this wicker chair wedding lights your arms those eyes   won’t be   don’t tell me I forgot my mind throwing well-fanged words like venom down your side   I fear most the less     […]

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In the stages of labor, Transition comes in the moments just before the new life begins to press its way out, to squeeze its greatness from the womb. Sitting on the backyard porch, I listen to the birds. They weave a medley over my head, from telephone wire, to palm, to merry bougainvillea. The squirrels […]

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One slow Sunday morning of feigned sleep each May, my children banged about the kitchen preparing “breakfast in bed for Mommy,” their daddy playing line-leader in a parade of plates.   Yesterday – nearly grown – they owned this small tradition, lined four wide beside my bed, beamed like children. Plates of cheese eggs, fried […]

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2nd Place in 1st “Flash Fiction Slam”

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so i got all the way to the final round of my very first “flash fiction slam!” Won 2nd place, met some great new literary peeps, sold some books, passed out some cards and talked up my new novella Lily Harp, coming out in June! sweet night. kudos to Patrick Greene and the Gallery at Avalon […]

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Working on a “Book Trailer”

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Help a Young Artist!

January 17, 2015

…who happens to be my daughter. Our girl Olivia Lynn Barton is working to get into Berklee School of Music in Boston next year & snatch up both a vocal performance and songwriter scholarship if she can manage it…otherwise we simply can’t afford it. So, this is a shameless ASK to those of you who love my artistry…check out […]

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Upon The Red Balloons

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in Mary Janes she stands one hand of balloons between cracks dandelions grow in shiny shoes she sees herself let go red balloons rise   leave her body for sky remembering their dance in her hand she stands ribbons waving

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Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree

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Sidesaddle in a stuffed chair I sit, feet tucked. Sipping coffee, I stare at our tree as if it’s a stranger. Strings of white lights, green branches, childhood adornments suddenly blur through the lens of tears. A tinfoil star, a gold macaroni tree, a painted partridge too big for its branch, a handprint angel all […]

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