Michael Winter

Michael Winter

I saw my friend Rufus Weeks. He was a socialist, an active one. He was peeling an orange. Let’s walk, he said. He was a man who liked to see things as he talked. He ate oranges because, as a child, he had an older sister who was ill – the doctor prescribed fresh...
Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Every Person in This Town Loves Football Even the nuns come out to watch the boys in their gold and blue. Sister Marita, Sister Anne and some weeks Sister Perpetua who still uses the ruler on our outstretched hands. Even the mills get quiet and how the new freeway...
Lisa Glatt

Lisa Glatt

Arriving at Civitella, my plan was to finish my second novel ‘The Nakeds’ and I thought that I’d accept nothing else from myself but a finished book. Although I didn’t finish the manuscript, something better happened. I made the sort of...
Pia Pera

Pia Pera

(1956-2016) Civitella Ranieri gave me that most precious of emotions, that of a return to childhood. In the beautiful peaceful surroundings of the castle, with nothing to worry about except the new work of fiction I was just then beginning from stimulation presence of...
Tomaž Šalamun

Tomaž Šalamun

(1941-2014) I am so nostalgic about Civitella, the Paradise of my life. I was so deeply happy that I remember rivers of sounds, lights, and words. I had happy eyes, happy body, happy mind, because I was able to work so hard as a poet. I am constantly living with: how...