Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
This past Sunday evening, my friend Julie and I adventured to The Word Barn in Exeter, NH for a reading by the poets Ben Moeller-Gaa, William O'Daly, and JS Graustein. It was a privilege to meet the poets before the reading, shake their hands, and share how I've been experiencing a bit of a writing …
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Crosses behind closed doors, cross-legged and closed off, clothes ash-flecked and indifferent - they think she’s sad, but she’s just laced up and alone – waiting for no one, for time to open up, for doors to open up, time to unshoe, breathe out cloudy dreams ***** But if she smiled the world would light …
On the first of this month, I dashed off a frustrated "help" to a group of friends who I knew would be inclined to offer a lifeline. You see, I've been in a bit of a writing slump and needed some nudges from like-minded souls to get me going. I proposed a collaborative writing "round-robin," …
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A Review By Kevin Belmonte In recent years, keyboardist Jeff Johnson and guitarist Phil Keaggy have released two seamlessly crafted, and highly acclaimed instrumental albums: Frio Suite and WaterSky. Now, the duo has released an epic, resplendent album that sounds very much as though it may be the capstone of a landmark trilogy: Cappadocia. Here, …
That feeling after you read a poem by Mary Oliver and you think, “I’ll never write again,” but then you do. ***** Photo by Doug Robichaud on Unsplash
Dear Readers, As my gift of thanks to you for engaging with All Nine through this past year, I share this excerpt from what I hope will one day be a full-length book of poems and prayers: In 2019, may your prayers be filled with Yes. Warmly, Kelly
It's all so messy - pine needles, tinsel, glass balls shattered, peace on earth *** Dark waiting: we make our own magic
WISH LIST Never wrote to Santa – never had to. I had my mom, and the Sears Wish Book fat and jolly and flipped flat open to toys and dolls, bicycles and skate boards. Mom never had to ask what I wanted – bent back corners made it clear along with penned arrows and asterisks. …
A PRAYER FOR THE DISILLUSIONED IDEALIST, the earthbound acrobat whose grip failed to close at the reach, and in failing fell below the beginning. May this new view give grounding as grace. Let unexpected friendships replace pseudo-saviors – and false expectations yield to merciful humility – for Your Name’s sake Amen ***** Photo by Steve Halama on Unsplash
If only it were that easy. Simple one, two, three instructions, bada bing bada boom, there’s your poem. If only. What makes it so hard to explain how to write poetry is not that there’s so much more to it, but so much less. As I explained, kind of, in a poem recently on Literary …
