my new poem “The phoenix” live on masticadoresindia

A serpent turninginto a great birdwith wings of blueand words I heard killing and blooddeath and sorrowinnocence cryingforgetting tomorrow great his swordwings shine whiteserpent sailing highGod hand did smite To finish reading my new piece please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and please remember to like, share and subscribe!    Right before […]

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He Is

bullfrogs playing banjo strings in a scarlet sunsetwater surging in veins of the rainforest in Borneodots that salsa around on the back of a newborn fawncolors mingling on a palette, the firmament at dawn fire rainbow made by ice crystals and bright sunlightantelope canyon, shades reflect on the navajo sandstonehanging pouches, mammatus clouds dangling in […]

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We Dance For Silence

Like a snake sheds his skin so go we, those of us who bravely venture onFilled with heightened senses as vigilantly, we quietly roam till dawn. Exposed our emotions on our shoulders perched like the raven black,Hearing whispers, feeling stares, why we grow eyes high upon our back. Lost amongst the others, those who gather, but wonder […]

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Blood Petunias

coming from the land of the drunken sunwhere he ended and I barely dare becomeshe was a crow that brought us all togetherrum drizzling, thunderbolt winter weatherrioting lot she was afflicting all kinds of harmliving on those four acres of our teeny farmbleeding red petunias into fine white sandthriving while growing things on fertile landforgiveness […]

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rebirth

seven fingers my body’s jutting leaves of gold and orangeblood red is the drifting moon shadowing vivid imagesstunning the crystal tree exposing her icy white teethvelvety silence fashioning a rebirth to cherishsafely surrounded by the Jordan and John the Baptistescorting lost souls into the cleansing water of Christ

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Ripe Figs, Mustard Greens, and Dance

  lamenting for a taste of fresh figs from childhood trees where, when dipped in sugar,they left a fragrant and honeyed flavor upon a young girl’s tongue seeing elephant ears surrounding the outdoor porch where mom would set a table smelling black-eyed peas cooked with salt pork, mustard greens, and collards fried hush puppies with […]

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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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Plea for Grace

Poem Written by Joni Caggiano on 07/23/20 – Painting Courtesy of Birmingham Museum via Unsplash.com Open is my pounding heart as raw emotions; I do so often share Stunned by your compassion, God, for our love, hope, and prayer Intense your light, as on my knees Lord, You often find me there Like David to […]

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