Blades
Red tinted wings soaring over whitened wintry steppes Flocks of cardinals murmur…
Anna Ciardullo Villapiana
On the Trace of a Desire
You were blowing like a light breeze I felt you on my skin like a whirlwind. I brought my…
The Ascent
I bathe at the well of living water, dipping the pen in ink of tears, words, as crumbs,…