There were so many. The time and space to work and think. The beauty of the location. The kindness and support of the staff. The garden and the food and the grappa! But most of all, the smallness of it all, and how international it was. As someone who teaches in a...
In my room overlooking the rough hills of Umbria, I wrote a handful of poems, and, for a short time, body and soul were one. SEAWEED I love the green and brown seaweed floating freely on the surface of the water, like a Jackson Pollock, or an enormous bed in which the...
