«Fledgling’s Promise» by Joni Caggiano sorrow is a thistle that clawsits way through tender flesh festers like a wayward wounddyes blue bird color sky to gray red bricks, meld curtains shutshield dreams and hopes away like a girdle on an aged womanwith a belly made of silky clay moods shift a clock’s rigid armssand drifts to erase another day shallow breath... Leer más →
