I was given the opportunity recently to share my personal story and talk about what art and poetry means to me, when my lovely and talented friend Mackenzie Belcastro asked me to write a few words for her blog.
Mackenzie is a novelist (about to release her magical realism debut) and a mindset coach. She helps young creatives to find their path. In that spirit, she has created a series on her blog called “Conversations with Artists”. She sent me some questions that got me thinking, and you can read the resulting words by visiting the page below:
Day was seated and ready, to seek attention, to protect herself with virtue most beautiful, her reason sending some to wonder.
I recently participated in a collaborative art project by Unprecedented. In their own words, ‘Unprecedented is a public poetry project that circulates pages of The Decameron between small groups of people, one year after the COVID-19 crisis was first declared. We reflect on the solitude, urgency, travesty, and strange beauty that is now nearing becoming a thing of the past. Each person receives a page in the mail and blacks out part of Boccaccio’s text. What’s left on the page reveals a poem.’
This new season holds promise when it comes to love a 10 billion pixel panorama is set before my eyes, my ears, before my skin and you. Budding green shoots, look at the way they are going. They can’t be stopped while overhead the clouds roam like giants, like ceiling ghosts. While under the earth a stirring. A bridge made of flimsy rotting wood, fat with decay yielding. And you think that you struck gold and so, here we are. All there is left is too watch.