Author: jonicaggiano

Spillwords Press NYC (blog posts) – Publication of the Month, November 2022, Love Me Like A Luna - Also one of Spillwords Socialites of the year in 2022 - Have been in six anthologies - US and International “Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women” “Hidden In Childhood, A Poetry Anthology" A few of my other publications listed: MasticadoresUSA ( 1 every month for the year 2022) MasticadoresIndia (3 every month for 2022) Soon to be published on new site Hotelmasticadoreshouse on Sept. 15th - Juan Re Crivello began this magazine & Michelle Ayyon Navajas newest editor - now in six languages - I am also published in Edge of Humanity “Social Justice Inks: Anthology of Poetry” by Lisa Tomey - "The Sound of Brillance," "Reflections & Revelations," by The Short of It, Susi Bocks

Scorn

fall upon and discard my saggy breast never good enough could never pass your family’s test other women your eyes linger and sink talk of my beauty, char crisp dust lust for others, your toxic deceitful wink someone else can taste your viscid hate I tire of you and your foul distain clog […]

“Forgotten” My New Poem Live On HotelMasticadores

apples hang low forgotten honey bees tiny legs, heavy pollen lemons make moving weary overcast your eyes spurs surge from pores discerns a sense of being akin to the caterpillar in cast front legs, in cement crack grow up you say who are you I recognize you not To continue reading, go to Hotel Masticadores, […]

“Wedding bed” now live on hotelmasticadores

where is our silk top bedspeculate,evaporation when weddid love migrate like the arctic terndoes another make those earlobes burnswans fly by on bloodshot fabric in my dreampulling up tiles, bricks, looking for my self-esteem To finish reading please go to Hotel Masticadores House and please don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe.

A Tribute To Every Veteran

white blanket, salty sand at the edges of a slice of life “forgotten war”pale face of a thousand lives long since moved on, in shadow breathwind blows adagio maiden grass wildly, on windy edge, prayers for long lifebright yellow cotton trees and willows call to the white ripples of confettilong ponderous arms of cerulean firmaments, […]

My new poem “Beauty”

her curse like white egret orchid calla lily, breast milk of hera, wife of zeus mandarin-claret leaves whirl fall kisses savory cheek beauty her curse silence sings in black notes scripting letters in the sky emotions bleed barren sigh

Push Cart Nominations for 2022 – “I Write Her”

Thank you Susi Bocks – Editor and owner of “I Write Her,” has included me in her choices for Pushcart nomination! My poem “Old News is Not Old News” from the wonderful book, “Reflections & Revelations,” was nominated for a 2022 Pushcart. This is a great honor for me as this book is filled with […]

“Your Prey” now live on HotelMasticadores

hurting heart, quivers sifting image, last beat why lie, uncharitable one what inordinate pain I unearth like shadow crow you pretend to love hawk grabs prey next day new lie, fashion fractures what is left of me To continue reading please visit HotelMasticadores and please like, share, and subscribe. Hope everyone has a wonderful […]

Francisco Bravo Cabrera Exhibition in Valencia

Francisco Bravo Cabrera, A.K.A. BODO VESPACIANO, was chosen by his treasured City of Valencia for a prestigious exhibition. This is a highly sought-after and esteemed art show in the third largest city in Spain. He will be exhibiting JaZzArt. The showcase will include Expressionism, Surrealism, and the official showing of the new art form […]

“Lost Smile” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores House

slide inside old tulip, pink petals, discarded long ago drowning out the sound of laughter my heart was feeling lowhear the trees weep in tune with me I am weary brown, torn the petals rise, did you know you are not the first to appear To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores […]

“Wild flowers cut for two” now live on spillwords press nyc

flowers lift every blossom hightoward sunday’s somber skyexquisite hat, emits long sigh young’uns loud, dirty pantscardboard fans begin to dancechoir holds ceremonial stance tears spin, I sow a song, best I canwelcomes arise by awkward manmemories shift like mourning sand listen to preacher, job he’s doing, badhe never even knew my dadflowers jump off […]