(Tribute 6) Barbara Mor, “Relentless Love”: Letters 1988-2002 from a Writer’s Best Friend by Jack Dempsey

And now, in grief approaching the end of my surviving collection of Barbara’s letters, I come to a gap of almost five years between 1997 above and the next below Read More …

(Tribute 5) Barbara Mor, “Relentless Love”: Letters 1988-2002 from a Writer’s Best Friend by Jack Dempsey

I’m sure Barbara sent me more letters in the 15-month gap from May 1995 to her next (September 1996) below. The loss remains my fault, although that May brought my Read More …

(Tribute 4) Barbara Mor, “Relentless Love”: Letters 1988-2002 from a Writer’s Best Friend by Jack Dempsey

                    More about Barbara’s evolving style near the end of this collection. Here below comes her next letter (June 4th, 1993)—including Read More …

(Tribute 3) Barbara Mor, “Relentless Love”: Letters 1988-2002 from a Writer’s Best Friend by Jack Dempsey

Meanwhile on May 3rd, 1992, Barbara dug into what little she had to send the expensive Tibetan-style card below. She spent the money just to congratulate me on acceptance to Read More …

(Tribute 2) Barbara Mor, “Relentless Love”: Letters 1988-2002 from a Writer’s Best Friend by Jack Dempsey

Here below is, to me, the core statement of what Barbara was hoping to help us recover in “GCM” and her poetry, the very center of Human Being which was Read More …

(Tribute 1) Barbara Mor, “Relentless Love”: Letters 1988-2002 from a Writer’s Best Friend by Jack Dempsey

  …& who is jesus what else does he do    can he sing can he plant corn    i saw a picture of him once on the dome of the sky Read More …

(Tribute) In Memory of Barbara Mor by Harriet Ann Ellenberger and others

From Harriet Ann Ellenberger: TO BARBARA MOR — BRAVE CAPTAIN, FAITHFUL FRIEND March 8, 2015 International Women’s Day Dear Barbara, Now that you’ve flown free of your body, I won’t Read More …

(Poem) picts by Barbara Mor

picts they tattooed the animals on their skins badger hawk bison boar fox images cruaths of forests earth ice woad and blood inked in our flesh and

(Poem) she was found wandering on by Barbara Mor

“….she was found wandering on the street, bleeding, with a naked baby in her backpack. she had apparently delivered herself alone, by caesarian section, cutting herself open with a pocket Read More …

Meet Mago Contributor Barbara Mor

[Editor’s Note: With sadness and gratitude, we share with our readers that Ms. Barbara Mor passed away on Jan. 24, 2015. We are grateful and privileged to have published three Read More …

(Poem) ice ages by Barbara Mor

we walk in the ice age.  our hairy bodies alive among rock foreheads, subliminal animals of snow.  colors of caves leak thru buildings, the skin’s murals unfaded, with elk leaping Read More …