Previous / Next O For a Muse of FireWritten by Jay RobisonO for a muse of fire, that would ascendThe brightest heaven of invention!—Shakespeare, Henry VAndreas Gryphius, born Greif, waited outside the door to Amber Higham’s office. He knew he hadn’t done anything wrong, knew that that was not why the high school’s drama teacher wanted […]

Previous / NextThe Sons of St. Johnby Jay RobisonThe wind blowing in from the Atlantic was cold. It often was on the west coast of Scotland, even in summer. The crude stone shepherd’s hut where Brother Aidan and his three fellow monks sat kept the wind out for the most part, but it was far […]

Previous / Next Breaking NewsJay RobisonRome, ItalyAugust, 1632An apprentice escorted Artemisia Gentileschi into the stifling studio. She was expected.“Maestra Gentileschi, my dear, how pleasant to see you!” Gian Lorenzo Bernini stood in the middle of his studio. The young sculptor’s handsomeness was barely diminished by a layer of rock dust. Apprentices and journeymen worked busily […]