Review of Fotoula Reynolds’ Kairós by Gemma White
Reading Kairós is like finding yourself in that still place on the surface of a lake from which radiating concentric ripples spring. It’s a calm […]
Reading Kairós is like finding yourself in that still place on the surface of a lake from which radiating concentric ripples spring. It’s a calm […]
Did anyone tell Kafka to lighten up or Pavarotti not to be so intense? If they did, I’m grateful that they didn’t listen. In the […]