These Are Your Stones: A Roman Christmas Holiday
I raise my camera to capture the spectacle. But Rome is too large, too grandiose, to fit into my frame. So I point the lens at the illuminated Egyptian obelisk. I can just capture the top, with the crescent moon glowing in a deep blue pool of twilight.
Remembering the Unicorn
On Studying the Unicorn Tapestries at the Cloisters, New York City //
A poem by Shelley Saposnik
A Luminous Invitation: On the Transformational Art of Barbara Earl Thomas
There is an audible gasp as each person walks into the room. Conversations started are now cut off. Footsteps soften. Although it is not a church, there is a sense of reverence in this space. In this room there is sanctuary.
Reflections of an Ex-English Major
I wanted to love Hemingway, but I never read him.
Sunglasses Sales Pitch
A Poem by Thu Anh Nguyen