My New Poem “Lies” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores

Lies gaze upon the bloodless moon, but do not profess to know her passion touch my minikin self, yet know, it’s buds hold no words from my ink alone, no one cares to cherish my heart, which hovers loosely upon a thread woven by the larval stage of a moth, which treasures me dare not…

“Childless Tents” by Joni Caggiano ©️2025 Now Live on HotelMasticadores

 Childless Tents Kisses like sun dropsdipped in sweet pollen,play youthful cheeksplump with wonder. Faithless somber notesof sorrow yet tarrylost atop the velvet backof an anxious Buckeye. Goldenrod is changingfor Fall calls her new palette,and aging fawns in toastedwoods, seek their lost spots. Funnel spiders dot lawnslike lifeless, white hair-nets perched as childless tentson strands of fading…

“The Crown” by Joni Caggiano ©️2025

The Crown Bougainvillea florets tremble likescarlet ribbons tied in bows on young flesh Archways of stone outstretchreposeful winds on muted statues with listless stares Foreboding leopard keeps vigila silent killer, her sentry will shield if a threat declares Pillars of light bring rays of respite yettears seal her withering heart within flouted ceiling Ferns rest…

Abused Child and High Price – by Joni Caggiano

Abused Child Featured in Edge of Humanity for World Poetry Day March 21, 2024 ©️ January 2022 High Price also Published in Edge of Humanity (thank you Joelcy Kay) Five new pieces of poetry and prose by Joni in “After Rain Skies – The Global Anthology,” by Michelle Ayon Navajas Abused Child do not presume…

”Red Ball” Now On Hotel Masticadores

Red Ball Hannah wept silently into her dusty apron.  She spun her thin face around, much like a donut, awaiting its freckling of powdered sugar.  Tears cast their agonies upon hand-stitched hydrangeas, petunias, and magnolias while honeybees clung close with their bulging pollen-laden legs. Ruth had spent six months embroidering this apron for her and…

”Arctic Hymns” Now On Hotel Masticadores

Arctic Hymns ornate, sea eagle, liberate God’s lapis lazuli skiesunfurl thy seven-foot wings for us this dayrise the spired scalp of acorns slice frigid, wintry soilmy fisherman of Kenai River rest from daily toil come with leathery hands to my rousing limbsnestle my steamy body as I sing my Arctic hymns sandy blonde hair lay…

My Sword Now Live On MasticadoresPhilippines

I am a soul that spirals within the languid cylindrical cavity of a flute.  Fragrances pass through me, caressing my heart like a compassionate breeze that carries earth’s gifts.  Through the eyes of a bee, I forage for sweet tenderness lost in the rough concrete of my childhood home.  Fear, pain, and sorrow lay a…

“Song Bird” now live on Hotelmasticadores

Whispering, your tongue holds back crestfallen thoughts.  Nails grip my thighs with the blinding voice of anguish.  Winter squalls belt my heartache.  Dusk’s eyeless shadows linger at open windows.  I tether my sensitivities to a fishing hook that hangs by a hair plucked from my head. My wren and her heart-stopping song are lost.  Her…