During my six weeks at Civitella, I read and wrote obsessively. I assembled my second poetry collection and created what would normally be at least six months’ worth of new work. I was able to maintain my aerial acrobatics practice, training at a theater in Umbertide,...
I entered the room, switched on the light and sat down at my writing desk. Yonder, opposite the open window, I could see the Hotel de Sens with its stone walls, turrets, loopholes, and atop its round tower, a slender cross reaching to the skies. Through the sultry...
