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Category: Betrayal
My new poem live on The Edge of Humanity “High price”
Arising from the loamy soil and red clay emits the realm of cotton and tobacco. Their breaths are a land of drudgery where drops of scarlet seep from hands that pick the whites of her thorny eyes. Growing in fields of lost magnolias and gardenias adrift, where scentless trees play jazz for fairies and whippoorwills. …
Live On Spillwords Press NYC – My new poem “From love to Hollowed Tree”
lightning striking emotions I can no longer contain burning my skin with your scathing looks for you have found another smelling her lilac perfume burns my nose and cuts ridges on my hips how will your fingers forget the heavenly world you traced on my body your hands drew life softly in circles, birthing spasms…
Bowl of Sorrow
my eyes swollen, arousing now, the floor vanisheshobby horse clings to a ceiling that does not existfragments of skin reek of fear, never ceasingmy heart is pounding, breathless for airbecoming that boney, big-eared childyou are no longer kind to mepretending not to seefor I am cagednot free
Disappearing Slowly
Photography by Gabriel Matula – Unsplash – Poem by Joni Caggiano on Saturday, June 5, 2021 Shall I rise today and put on my face? If so, which face shall I paint. I suffer like a lamp whose light no longer shines or a piano whose keys are missing, yet still strains to coerce a…
My New Poem, “Memories Buried In a Box,” Now Live at MasticadoresUSA
I am honored to be published in MasticadoresUSA (Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton, Director: j re crivello) I am the seasoning in your food, infused with blood-tinged lovegrave diggers plow a hole into my left eye, now crossedblack memories are buried there, along with my visionlifeless in a woeful, cardboard box, are my wedding ringsmy father’s…
Waiting and Breaking Joni Jazz
WAITING AND BREAKING (The WordPress Reader doesn’t play this link, to hear the song, please click here: https://the-inner-child.com/2021/04/22/waiting-and-breaking/) Well, I told you don’t you ever walk away from meClose your eyes and remember how you could seeIn the darkness as I sang from that dusty old stageWe locked eyes and were both free from our…
Fledgling
in the waking hours, I hear your breathcrusted sands of the past are in your eyesreminders of painlies that lick the dustsheets that once knew lusterstolen from an innocentdevouring me like a vulturelost, I linger like the fledglingafraid to leaveafraid to stayliving in the in-betweendying in the shadows
Frailty Amongst The Lies
Frailty the stuff of life where burdens lie, and people buryUnsung songs, misery, and grave hardships twice we carry Bruises moving like brown tadpoles in a dry southern creekVoices shallow telling lies like traitors when they dare speak My heart is broken by daggers thrown from a vengeful voiceChoosing kindness gifted in golden threads is…
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…