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Welcome to the Rum and Robots Blog!

We can flourish as adult children of alcoholics (ACoA) although all our tribulations have been exceedingly unique. Many of our stories may bring to mind something comparable to a nightmarish fairy tale. However, I truly believe that our challenges engender an immense strength that resides within us. We can utilize our heightened sense of intuition, compassion, and ability to literally shine! Blooming, resilient, unbeaten warriors, living today in this moment, in this day and in this lifetime.

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Monsters Exist

small was the wooden boat where I layin the pond of my youthred was the color of the water each dayfor my tears carried the truth sunshine filled the boat where secrets hidmy pole and bobber bright redkept me company, as I was five, a good kidI feared they wished I was dead monsters did […]

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Memories Etched in Photographs

Pussy willows motion to a yellow warbler, for its pollen drips like liquid gold. Focusing your lens, you beckon your loving directions softly to me. My heart hastens its beat, warming me, as I follow your instructions. Flip flops shed on the pond’s edge, where we have poured our passion and fed our love. My […]

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Not Ready to be Ripe

Watching the clock, I knew, as fresh dampness gathered between my breast, that as the figs began to ripen, on our tree, to him, I would never be in season. After school, on this screen porch, waiting for him, to see the toss of his head, the glimmer of green in his eyes, I realized […]

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Nature’s Notes

Poem and Photographs by Joni Caggiano the blue moon danced full of hope, giving way to the sunrisewhose eyelashes flutter as clouds pass byan indigo tailed lizard drenched in the warmth of a red brickorange and black, the monarch liberated from her chrysalisstirring her freshly painted wings upon a green canvasunderneath leaves, a mantis is […]

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Dancing Among Moonflowers

time openly waltzed on the summit of passionate flames, arising from dry oakred and purple sparks created shadows in the woodlandsexploring each detail of her rare beauty, his heart leaped whenever she spoke longing for her to dance tonight as the full blue moon accented her pale skina ballerina whose pointed toes never stirred another’s […]

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Magnificent Monarch

My husband and I wanted to provide a source of nutrition and a place for Monarch Butterflies to eat and lay their eggs, so we bought milkweed seeds last year – the perennial plant came back this year (though they don’t bloom until year three), and grew several feet tall. When milkweed plants are two […]

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Lovestruck

the sea raged, flogged by the fierce lightningobserving from an abandoned church where we fledwith formidable arms, you picked me up and embraced my heartyou spoke of yearnings, as you fed me floral notes with your voicehow you played my small feet like an instrument of uncharted lovecoconut and musk oil lingered, as you smelled […]

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My New Poem, “Violin Tears,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC

tears crystalize on my small face like water on frozen glassquivering my hand reaches out with such yearningcolors of sapphire, and rubies I throw onto our canvasarising shapes of merriment mix with raw, passionate memoriescascading like secret rivers seeking new tributariesflutes thrill as life kisses my soul, and an orchestra performstiny dancers twirl, floating on […]

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Bitter Still

thorns took my youthful flesh like a fish will bite the baitbitter your words, like a dull sword in battle, way too late black roses are still black when the sun forgets to shineyouthful clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, no longer are you mine blisters form on my thighs where your kisses once did laythe sun lost […]

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Gifts of Love

your heart’s chamber bleeds into minerare its color, like the yellow cardinalcaressing unsung spaces and introducing virgin treasuresa lock of my red hair you wear around your neckbracelets made from dried forget me knots, and lavenderinside your pocket a song I wrote, stained with a captured tearthe hat you wore so many years ago when […]

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