Excerpt from A Time of Bleeding Stars, a short story Suddenly, the breeze stopped. The stars dimmed and the sky began inviting dark clouds that quickly covered the moon. Hesitancy could be heard in the drummers’ drumming and adults began murmuring amongst themselves....
I came to Civitella with the hope of finishing my second novel, and I got a long ways toward getting that done. I also found myself rehabilitating some old abandoned shorter works, like this essay on rose gardens, which is almost done. I had been spending long hours...
At Civitella the past and the present coexist…..In this beautiful old castle, I got boundless energy and various kinds of inspiration. I reconstructed heterogeneous things in my works and created the impression of magic. It looks like the...
I came here with a fabulous to-do list; an outcome-based trip to an arts residency that could have been, well, anywhere. But Civitella is not anywhere. It is an incredibly special somewhere, and exists with a really special group of people – the Fellows and the staff....
