The Art and Craft of Yarn Bombing

This article was originally published on Youth Central. It was two in the afternoon as ‘Bali’ tagged the thick grey pole on Melville Street in West Brunswick. She looked around furtively. “I usually put them up late at night or early in the morning,” she said. “I don’t like people watching.” In a café behind…

Roaming Rome by night and day

Originally published on Allora, Viterbo. At three am, the only sound around the Pantheon is the constant trickling of water in the piazza’s fountain. Bathed in orange light, I lie underneath the bronze doors, many times taller than I am, and contemplate the meaning of the word insignificance. I also know that, for this short…