I came with many expectations — I would work on a book proposal about Europe. I would outline a book of essays, or one of short stories. Instead, I read a long novel. I went for walks in the hills around the castle, looking out on a feudal landscape largely unchanged...
My stay at Civitella allowed me to anchor myself in nature and the long horizon of time: each morning I would walk for several hours in the hills surrounding the castle, inhaling vistas familiar from Renaissance paintings, savoring the light, the clouds, the fragrance...
A siren sprung to heedsome unsung self-same songbeats back the Baltic againagain to take her leaveby force of frozen seasand move to meetour rivers’ warmer mouths.Her body in and upagainst the gradientthe current insistentartery to capillary alwaysmore within and...
