Author: jonicaggiano

I am a survivor, a child that grew up in a tragic environment but who made the best of a tough situation. My survival I attribute to my faith and my enormous imagination. I started writing at thirteen, and now that I am retired, I have time to do what I love. I am a wife whose husband is her very best friend. My child is the best thing to come out of my first marriage, and I wouldn't take anything back, not one emotion, situation, or sorrow. My life is a combination of my experiences that have made me the person I am today. I am grateful that God has kept me around, although I am ready for my natural home anytime. For I am a stranger, a wanderer, or a visitor on this earth, for my true home is with God.

Tree Shrine

my new story “The Blue Pill” live on masticadoresindia

Having had migraines for years, I knew I would need that third pill. No more than 300 milligrams of Imitrex, and I would take that enormous, new, blue blood pressure pill my family doctor just prescribed. I was way too young to be having blood pressure issues. But the unexpected has a way of meandering […]

The Waltz

wonder shiftslike sand inageless hourglassevening poursitself into theempty glass youleft upon teakfireplace, flameless single heart waltzes faintlyunder God’s tearsasiatic lilies bloomskies open, I kiss starspetrichor whispers To read the rest of this piece, please visit MasticadoresUSA. While there, please don’t forget to like, share and follow. Thank you, and I pray you all have a blessed […]

My Ameri-ku “spring is a lady” is now live on Spillwords press nyc

Spring whispers her secrets like treasuresas painted trees bend with an abundance of flowers, pine trees celebrate as male cones liberatethick yellow pollen trembling at the sight of female cones, To finish reading, please go to SpillWords Press, NYC, and be sure to like, share and subscribe to SpillWords. The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is […]

My new Piece “Fairy Feast” live on Masticadoresindia

vanish intosultry eyelessair, baffling fogsenses dimlypale as lovesealing heartsalike elegantevening primrosemy dainty fingerselongate, growsensors fondlingtree swingholding yourlast laughstars cry gildedtears leavingtrails of wispylight floating I hope you will read the rest of this piece on MasticadoresIndia, and please, if you like it, consider following and subscribing to this magazine full of all types of exciting […]

To All My Readers, you are my family

My big window parading all my friends so close by, yet no one tattled or told me today was the day they would die. Yesterday, the sun was a bit worn-out, and some rain cried while wetting the earth, but still, I saw the new Creeping Jenny’s annual birth. My eyes don’t work well […]

My New Piece “Cusp of Spring” Now on Masticadoresindia

youthful buds whisper tiny voices animate stolen secrets weave does, calves leaping jesting with siblings grassland tickles bare shoulder, he is smitten giggles come softly fledgling’s plump lips quiver as butterfly kisses on soft velvety cheeks elicit joyous moans amidst tears, she utters love you, my cherished red-headed woodpecker plays a jazzy drum beat To […]

Exciting News “Reflections and Revelations” Coming soon

I am proud to have four poetic pieces in Susi Bocks’ new poetry compilation, “Reflections and Revelations, The Short of It, Volume 2 – 2022.” Stay tuned for the release date. Click here for more details. Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find […]

My New Short Story “Last of Her Kind” now live on MasticadoresIndia

My leather dress clung tight to tired, wet skin. At almost seven-foot-tall, I was a woman that obtained attention around humans far too quickly. Thin, my shoulder blades stuck through just below my long, cylindrical neck. It will be my last visit to say goodbye to a family of humans called the Simons. Every year […]

live on masticadoresusa, my new piece “Reflection”

Reflection White is the oval mirror of my exodus from the fearsome actions of the monsters in the red-brick house. Dark eyes blister as my heart pulses a bleak opus once again. An offering given by a stranger concealed with golden paper and wildflowers singing. After five years of her pleasure, I perceive the wonder […]