My New Poem “Lies” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores

Lies gaze upon the bloodless moon, but do not profess to know her passion touch my minikin self, yet know, it’s buds hold no words from my ink alone, no one cares to cherish my heart, which hovers loosely upon a thread woven by the larval stage of a moth, which treasures me dare not…

“Family Forgiveness” A New Poem By Joni Caggiano

Artwork Donated By ©️Francisco Bravo Cabrera For “One Petal At A Time”, Now Part of Our Art Collection Family Forgiveness Fall burns my flesh like rusty shades of her leaves. I cocoon in sorrow’s labored breath as I dine on erstwhile memories. My presence fades as echoes of yesterday’s nagging whispers seep through outworn cement…

Abused Child and High Price – by Joni Caggiano

Abused Child Featured in Edge of Humanity for World Poetry Day March 21, 2024 ©️ January 2022 High Price also Published in Edge of Humanity (thank you Joelcy Kay) Five new pieces of poetry and prose by Joni in “After Rain Skies – The Global Anthology,” by Michelle Ayon Navajas Abused Child do not presume…

SCALE WITHOUT MEASURE BY JONI CAGGIANO ©️JAN. 4, 2025

In the late fall of the year of the Dragon, the maple trees let slip from memory the task of turning their leaves.  Yellow carotenes did not fill the leaves, bequeathing the desirous soil below with enviable nutrients.  A spiritless sun went into an impervious mourning at such a loss.  Lady bugs with red and…

”Pheochromocytoma” Now On Chewers Masticadores

Pheochromocytoma She huddles coiled amongst the swath of blackberry with her matrix of thorny needles, spewing forth her painful pricks. Nerve bundles lay excavating within shredded muscles. Pain caused by unsummoned moles that convert and blast into a red-brick wall, a boundary of sanity and lost childhood of her red-brick prison. Pallid pathways etch memories…

“False Security” Now Live On Hotel

Standing sideways, like a cool drink of water with sandy hair, freckles, and blue-green eyes, you wink.  Lissom oaks that taste one too many tempests tire and lean upon false walls of hope.  Your welcoming harbors were the key that unlatched my heart.  Like the Crepe Myrtle, I shed my bark, to expose the pearly…