We Survived and Arrived – Now as Warriors We Thrive
surrounded in a cloud of light bluesleeping with warming visions of youtrailing through the vast desert for dayslicking yearning lips, as I am thinking of waysof indulging all your deepest desires, guarding my pacewhile gently caressing every square inch of your beautiful face The Dual Faces of Love seeking you among the red dunespromises […]
Read More The Dual faces of loveardor cuts into the soles of my feetblood stirring as I run to the sealeaves of green grow from each fingerseaweed flowing from my head in curls To finish reading, please go to SpillWords Press NYC. If you enjoy this new piece, which I am so honored to have published by the staff at SpillWords, please press […]
Read More “A Siren’s Call” live on spillwords Press NYC“The lost season,” poem by Joni caggiano wings of fall flew by with time, still no budding noteher hues and tints on palette lay orange and redno painting of leaves or merging bodies in their bed stark white, her winter attire majestic, a birch retellingtheir summer of dancing keys and shades in blueby the fire, […]
Read More Featured Artist Tiffany Arp Daleo – “the lost season”leaves of many colors mingle to dispersea steaming bowl of porridge to feed the craving earthrain turns directions, as limestone clenches sea flowersour love flying with the peregrine falcons by the cliffs of moherusing night writing, molds of movement, on the blanket we once did share
Read More The cliffs of moherPhotograph and poem by Joni Caggiano September 8, 2021 red hat on an arrogant rooster crowingcrickets frantically rub spiny legs spinning talesturtles crawl along like tourists with too much baggageblue jays sneak seeds released by a pair of artistic squirrelstwin milkweed plants sigh, missing the fading monarch caterpillarsyellow jackets stinging lawnmowers, confused in an insect […]
Read More No One Is NoticingSpecks 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 […]
Read More Loving the Rough Edgesyou are there swooning on the tinge of the gardenia scenton the lime green-eyed wing of a Luna moth tattered and spentresounding within the impassionate vibration of the newborn’s crywhen you pray for the window weeper as she tarries and lets out a sigh I find you in the glimpse of dewdrops like notes […]
Read More I Find Youdo you remember biting my bottom lipwe consumed one another bit by bit you asked me if I loved you just a little rubbing my smell on your hat, I played you like a fiddle lifting me in the air with your armsI drank a bottle full of your charms I look in the mirror at […]
Read More A Life of Jazz and Lovewithin vaporous evenings, I walk many placespeering at menacing eyes of half faces unmuzzled are voices that scream at the nightpeeling my skin in search of what’s right times resembling a tainted vicious algae bloomwicked demons escaping from their tomb the full armor of God is my comfort and shieldmy soul sanguine as a fertile […]
Read More God’s Armorsand 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 […]
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