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…
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My New Poem “Remembered” Now Live At Hotel Masticadores
Remembered candle wax drips like acid inkwell dry, my letters crisp ennoble the chaste grandeur words wrap around my neck like a quill and crimson shawl sincere lexes, gilded stardust heart lay bare, to accite one nameless shalt one leave me in a country glade where thou hast touched the lace upon my neck, with…
My New Poem “A Poet’s Tender Heart” Now Live On Masticadores Latinos English Edition
A Poet’s Tender Heart love, a raindrop, a snowflake,or the uniqueness of the flight of the leafmoon shades of green bringing fortha canvas within the ocean’s kelpsongbirds sing for both you and me underneaththe power of the same blue sky black keys suit the music of yourmystifying and powerfully winged wordswhite keys that are jealous…
My New Poem “Moonlight Fedora” Now On Hotel Masticadores
Moonlight Fedora hatched in smoky vapors of opiumfrom a mystical brazen beastshe saunters like dated brown molassesdripping gentle, tuneful notesparasol, held skyward, hollowed outbut its sturdy frame holds at least thick and tall the fedora upon her headamid dwindling tapestry, pale blueglorious her face, such splendoraroused by daring dreams of sailorselongated body floats through the…
“Prayers Answered,” A Christmas Story Now Love On Hotel Masticadores
Prayers Answered Snow clung to a small mulberry tree in the distance. It was a sad reminder of the old cotton fields nestled close to where Josie used to call home. Snow was something different, like something pure. Still, Josie was lost in a state of misery. She peered through the narrow window that overlooked…
My New Poem, “Singularity,” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Singularity unfeathered, sipping seeds from a martini glass made from an abandoned hummingbird nest, I ache squirrels once talked to menow, I dig for their lost nutsin our browning yard, hollowlaid out, like lost moments gift me with a red-blue facemajestic tail, the crazed danceof the male turkey’s dressdo not hinder me a simpleton notes rise from…
My New Poem, “Rainbow Queen,” Now Live At Hotel Masticadores
Rainbow Queen dreams of mineembrace forlorn window weeperscotton candy cloudswhisper riddles softwinged rainbowwhere bikes glide bymy tic-tac frecklesadorn pale skindancing to flutesshift deliberatelylike a golden queen fluid chess piece To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores, and if you enjoyed it, please also consider liking, commenting, and sharing. Thanks to Michelle for continuing to support fellow…
My New Poem, “Spirit Moose,” Now Live At Hotel Masticadores
Spirit Moose antlers strong, bentroaming in the veinsof earth’s shadowswhispers ride the reins giant the spirit moosespraying his grey mistseeking refuge fromhoarfrost’s imminent fist pure albino coat, proudsun spirals in the eastcold rains upon earthfrozen by this spirit beast To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores, and if you like it, please consider liking,…
My New Poem, “Relish The Good,” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Relish The Good A setting suntugs at the seamsof my life like anangry seamstress. Time fades,as scars risefrom a cruel rapewhen I was eighteen. Hope peeks earnestas burnt red skiesflirt with memoriesof a lost childhood. Freedom as hair flieson a rusty bike down an unpaved road tocash in pennies for candy. Gasps from subtlelack of my…
“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…
