Chapter 1 – Journey’s End pt. 1

The Road to Verona, the Same Night “Giotto’s O.” In the middle of a dream in which no one would let him sleep, it seemed to Pietro that the words were deliberately meant to annoy him. Almost unwillingly he dreamed of a rock, a paintbrush touching the rock, forming a...

Prologue – pt. 2

        In another quarter of an hour Ciolo found the house, right where it was supposed to be. There was the hanging garden. There was the juniper bush. The house was frescoed with a pagan god holding a staff with two snakes on it. The god...

Prologue – pt. 1

Padua, 16 September, 1314        Looking about him, Ciolo’s nerves jangled like spurs. During the whole ride they hadn’t seen a soul. Not on the road, not in the fields. No one at all.         “What does it mean?” asked...

Origins of the Feud

Early in 1999 I was directing Romeo & Juliet at the Ann Arbor Civic Theatre (a great space that to my everlasting regret has since become a church). It was my fourth or fifth encounter with the play, but my first as director. Getting ready to direct Shakespeare...

Thanks for My Life

I always hated Shakespeare. They made me read him. In junior high, it was Julius Caesar. In high school, first it was Romeo & Juliet, which was cool only because we wasted a week watching the movie – the Zefferelli, not the DeCaprio version. The next year it was...