Sunday’s Hay Field

  sadness is a raw wound wrapped in bandagesliving in the thought of a picnic without dancing antsa family carrying a basket with lost Sundays and sandwiches listening to the radio, pretending to dancebitter the old man who can no longer stand to eat corntoothless, he remembers the river swallowing a closing glance his son, […]

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His Love is Far Reaching

pounding heartbeats, the torrid sun drying blue blood, which drips as silently as Damascus sighs, my blood rides on the Crimson-winged Finch in the Holy Lands, we sit in the shade of the immense fig tree, meeting me here too long ago, a human turning inside out, each time you touch my lines where a […]

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Atacama Blooms

looks that peel my painful, prickled skin slowly off my bodystepping on me as if I were a small stone beneath the dirtbarely enough of a bother to remove this insignificant gritlost in the Atacama desert riding a llama who talks of my fatethere is a storm of grave proportion in Chile’s parched desertwithin a […]

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Forks of Ivy

within the choices, the ivy threads through thepatterned, worn, and tattered pieces of my youthits blood a mixture of punctures that weave circles of skin and bone into forgotten storiestucked in corners where candy corn and ice-cream drips dried, flying into dust devils along a path of smiles without corners with a cigarettehanging like a […]

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God’s Hand

Poem written by Joni Caggiano on 07/28/20 – Photo by Stephanie LeBlanc   flower petals float into my hairsand gathers in hills by midnight airthe moon closes her lid and darkness will fallcypress grows in a marshland that forgot to callcreation blooms and acorns smile, as they are buried in sandwhile God walks a lost […]

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Robins Foraging and Memories

slicing my feet with memories sticking between my tiny toescold earth with her crackling leaves of brown and redstuck in cotton and tobacco fields with memories he knows leaves dancing in the sun while moist soil summons the birdseating worms drowning in the water beneath the coversame place you unearthed me, shaking, no ears for […]

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Drowning in Silence

  in these final loud wounding hours,the sunshine like a rainbow so dazzlingthrough my open slits, I can serenely departagony in the iris of my weary eyebubbles floating up I tenderly sigh sleeping where the purple iris lay stillrousing now to sing a silky song to herbuoyant yet strong faith swells in her heartthe silence […]

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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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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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New Jerusalem

a brilliant light shines intensely white, as the power of God, does revealblack corruption, murder, and seas of lies draping, but God’s Love doth healbringing forth life to all those born again, Our Father creator of His earthangels tend to Jesus in the desert, but death, resurrection the goal of His birthsilence can be music, […]

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