Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
One more for the weekend in this collaboration with photographer Tom Darin Liskey. VIII. Broke Down Light Squint into sunlight, stretch – ten bricks higher to the left, and then a few more, just out of reach – but you never give up, do you? There’s a thing needs straightening, always your hand quick to …
The collaboration continues. Thank you again, Tom Darin Liskey, for your photographic inspiration. VI. What I Gave Up for Lent I'm not even Catholic, but this year everyone is catholic (small c), letting go of ideas, things, gods (small g). I could not decide what to let go for Lent, so it was decided for …
It's my pleasure to continue this collaboration with Tom Darin Liskey with my reflections on these two stunning images from his lens. I welcome you to share your responses to his art in the comments below. IV. Wanderer Who knew a Monarch might be free to leave land, fly beyond borders, rule above rulers, past …
My photographer-writer friend Tom and I have been batting around the idea of an artistic collaboration for quite some time now. With the onset of externally imposed limitations of movement, there are no more excuses, and only time to sit down and put this art out there in the world. Over a series of posts in …
How do poets respond to a global crisis? Some friends and I got together (virtually) this week to answer that very question. Turns out poets do in a crisis what they do most times: They write, of course... and read, and think deep thoughts, and listen to jazz greats, all from a safely introspective distance. …
That time the second largest word – Hate – slammed clumsy sideways into that forgotten box of once-essentials left for dust in the corner next to the attic stairs. Physics and nature and chance being what they are, end over tip goes the box, and what should roll bounce flop out but the Mother of …
After taking a bit of a leave of absence, it is good to dip my toe back in the writing waters today with the folks over at Literary Life. This brief essay touches on what it has meant for me to share my home with a writer... and the many characters in his books. After …
Continue reading "SO MANY BOOKS, SO LITTLE TIME: WILLIAM WILBERFORCE’S GREAT REGRET"
Happy December, everyone! Realizing I've been absent for quite some time, I thought I would catch up a bit with various bits and bobs of scribbled lines from the past few weeks, starting with this one to accompany my featured image: Rippled puddle frozen in time You know how you sometimes just see things, like …
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 …
Continue reading "A Bell in the Word Barn (a poem by Kelly Belmonte)"
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 …
