A Talk Amongst Rocks Pen to Paper, 40 Minute Writing with Revision Henry David Thoreau and I sit amongst a pile of quartzite rocks. We are perched as if we are sitting across from each other at a coffee shop.…
Finding Voice Pen to Paper, 40 Minute Writing with Revision Albert Einstein throws a tennis ball into the river for the three dogs. I sit at the picnic table, watching Albert, thinking about typing into my iPhone. My writing inquiry…
The Illusion of Time Pen to Paper, 40 Minute Writing “Albert?” “Yes, Kristina?” “Give me some thoughts about time, please,” I ask as I lift up the bag of chicken feed. “I’d love to,” Albert Einstein says as he pets…
September 3rd Pen to Paper, 40 Minute Writing I am in bed, after a day in writing workshop with a brilliant group of artists. It is midnight, the clock just struck, September 3rd. The moon is red outside. Fires. Smoke.…
Courage Pen to Paper, 20 Minute Writing "Joseph?" He is holding Rumi in his lap, petting her neck, her eyelids closing up. "Yes, Kristina?" Joseph Campbell asks. "I'm hurting," I say. "Yes, I know," he says, as he studies the…
Forces of Nature Pen to Paper, 40 Minute Writing Albert Einstein, Georgia O'Keeffe, and Thomas Merton sit at the side of my bed, all facing me, all touching me. Albert is holding my hand, Georgia is holding a foot, Thomas has…
Stick-to-it-ive-ness Pen to Paper, 20 Minute Writing Albert Einstein is collecting eggs. Every day now. He figures out when the chickens lay, and shows up in the early afternoon. Today, I find him just as he cracks open a raw…
Kristina Amelong is currently in the works of creating her first memoir. This interview was conducted by Ali Laseman to give you a wider perspective of Kristina as an artist and what you can expect with her upcoming publication. Ali:…
The Last Time Pen to Paper, 40 Minute Writing Carl Jung and Albert Einstein are fighting in my backyard. They have been at it most of the day. I have seen them yell, sit in silence for a long time,…
Looking at Death Pen to Paper, 20 Minute Writing with Revision “Carl?” He doesn't hear me. He’s mowing the lawn with the push mower, concentrating on a clean line around the border of the pink poppy garden. “Carl Jung!” I…
