For my first week or so at Civitella I wrote nothing. Then I wrote furiously—poems, some tinkering with essays. And then, mysteriously, several short pieces of fiction appeared. I’d abandoned work on a book of stories several years before, and now I know I’ll complete...
I have not been to one before, have never applied for such a Fellowship; if the truth be told, a residency within a community of artists sounded nothing short of repulsive. Civitella Ranieri was a revelation. I could not have imagined how being liberated from one’s...
