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. …

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…

Loving the Rough Edges

Specks of dust glide in slow motion while a hypnotic dance performs within the light of the morning sun. Eyes dry filled with fairy dust, collecting their magic in a blue silk bag. Your strong arms, now stretching deliberately they pull my willing body close.  In the distance, a lawnmower is cutting nature’s carpet as…

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…

Sneaking Out

escaping from illusory bars, brown eyes vigorously awaken to the night scales falling from them like Saul’s eyes, now no longer blind or fearful gliding into the music of the trumpet’s voice calling this mystically gifted one gardenia trees and whippoorwills trailing her for a song of evening freedom spinning around, she feels the soft…

Going Home Down East

Jasmin twines her beguiling aroma into the woods. Lingering close to her sun-drenched petals arousing my acuities were ladybugs.  Appearing at the crepuscular hour, bunnies white, with piercing eyes ascend from their holes. They are stirring to play within the loving hours. When our breath slows, as does our hearts beating amid God’s creation, new…

Live on Spillwords “Spotlight on Writers – Joni Caggiano”

I am honored to be interviewed on Spillwords NYC.  If you like my work and are curious about my life please visit the link above.   If you enjoyed learning more about what makes me tick, please show me some love by clicking on the little heart.  To see my author page on Spillwords NYC click…

Sacrifice of a Glorious Life

falling like grand flakes of golden paper are the leaves from my bodysinging, a playful gust of wind takes my yellow dressing to the soilvenerating the glory of my clapping in harmony with nature’s voiceageless limbs stretch out, grasping the sun’s rays, bringing me lifefertile like the human that watches me from her floating windowsillI…