The Earth Has Feelings Too

silence is an earless solitary creaturewithout words alone in the damp eye of dusk a red clock balances barren time evenif its long arm is short and bluebirds boast words fly back to you like a memoryof winds blowing in circles catching leaves hummingbirds hover backward whencherished souls like white doves rise to heaven love…

No One Is Noticing

Photograph and poem by Joni Caggiano September 8, 2021 red hat on an arrogant rooster crowingcrickets frantically rub spiny legs spinning talesturtles crawl along like tourists with too much baggageblue jays sneak seeds released by a pair of artistic squirrelstwin milkweed plants sigh, missing the fading monarch caterpillarsyellow jackets stinging lawnmowers, confused in an insect…

My Poem “The Fate of Humanity” Live On Spillwords Press NYC

sand left by doting fairies, sifting from somnolent eyes, as I awake from sleepduring the hours of words that drift between lovers, without needing to speak I am awakening to water surrounding my bed, as mermaids with golden scaleslaughing tender vocal notes with my velvet bunnies, now spinning infantile tales their stuffing floating in the…

Respite for Nature

    seagulls glide, splitting the air into fragments of glass, as memories, giving birtheffortlessly, like angels fluff their feathers when flying above vast mother earth heartbeats heard in tiny hummingbirds, melodic with the song of the oak treesripen fruit, beckons the fowl, in the light of the sun, as red daylilies bring bees anoles…

South African Sea Forest

three hearts you own a kindred spirit of the seapainting with ink, you soardisguising you floatoh octopusin shadowlands the new world hides you safely among the kelpcalming the blustery currentmist moves like a widowlamentingIn shadowlands newborn jellyfish dance agilely in cobalt waterssoothing souls with danceglass bodies shiftingeffortlesslyin shadowlands raindrops hit blue water with persistencepopping back…

Lonely Maple

binding myself in utter nakedness to your trunkcolors calling to me like the flute upon your lipsancient maple oozing sap now clinging to my armsamid my breast, it falls, saturating my fiery blooddivulging her centuries of secrets, we both weepfires, poison fumes, and humans create her sorrowlast, in this primal forest, for the others are…

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…

My Featured Photographer Piera Jill

Piera Jill Bobroski is a photographer who has a passion for taking portraits for her closest friends, action shots for her son’s hockey team, and nature photographs of any kind.  She also takes real estate photos for local realtors, and loves to dabble in making interesting videos.  A favorite Aunt gifted her with her first…

Zero

Silence broken by gentle breezesHoneysuckle fragrance teasesGreen anoles behind vines chaseGolden yellow a path birds traceHedgehog slug when angry leavesI sing now to the clapping of our trees Tiny wren chicks in an ample nestLarge voice put to the warbling testWillow oaks from acorns buried growSquirrels hide them from their many foeSmall boy with asthma…