Our family lived in a city without elms called The Elm City, on a street with no willows named Willow Street. Uncelebrated trees shaded our part of the road, sturdy oaks and mature maples, their branches so thick with leaves that they created a blind curve just before...
The gift of a Civitella residency has not only been that of time, solitude, and community in the stunning picturesque environs of a medieval castle, but truly, the gift this place has given me has been that of transformation and discovery. I came with the intent of...
Not the Magdalen of Donatello, ravaged, Not the Mary of Mel Gibson, stripped and nunified, Mary of Perugino is sweet and healthy as any young woman in the Umbrian hills, her eyes dark and alive, turned away from our curiosity. Her hair dark as the woods and thick as...
(1935-2009) Yesterday and tomorrow are in [part of] today. A disaster and a victory [misfortune and fortune] it is all the same. Heaven outside heaven inside Everything is one [united] within us. Translated from the Indonesian by Tineke and Leo...
