Simonides is a collaboration between the poet Robert Crawford and the photographer and printmaker Norman McBeath. The work features black and white photographs paired with Scots (and English) translations
That summer before I left, the cicadas descended on Road’s End. They’d been hibernating in the ground down by the tree roots since the year I was born, still and deadlike for seventeen long years until mysterious waters inside them began to stir again.
The winter I was twenty-five I met once a week with a professor of Russian named Lawrence Tillbear. This was in Boston, where I was working toward a Ph.D. in European Literature, studying for a qualifying exam in Russian fiction.…
A lot of what I do as a writer boils down to making obnoxious
assumptions, so let me start with one: if you’re reading this, you’re an
aspiring writer, or an aspiring musician, or both. The first thing I’d like…
A place, though visible, is like a ghost \
of memories. Even memories one forgets \
linger in the space in which they occurred. \
Here within the expanse of vaulted ceilings, \ ...