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…

Kindle Sale, Book Anniversary, Barbara’s Review And A Reading Of “Cleansing” From “One Petal At A Time”

Cleansing silence is the tiptoeof a fairy as she slylybirths comfortyouthful dreamerwriting love notes to pixiesin beams the moon can sparesolace wrappedin prayer under coversphantom of shame circlesdisgrace like fireflieswithout flamesladybugs missing spotsand archaic tainted statueswith long-ago muted tongueswhile willows lamentso, plug your earsif puffed up, with mossfrom primal oaks if truth offendsboulders of disgrace…

“Days Mourned” By Joni Caggiano©️2025

Days Mourned dark-eyed junco’s flit in emergence froma serpentine branchof the Dragon’s Claw Willow, where theycleave as one on their ranch like beads of unknotted pearls, sweetinfusion of her sweat draws his lipstoward the gray skirt sliding off alluringsun-tinged, rose-scented hips rhythm, melding movement as oneclouds drifting, both sateddizzy from her consummate beautywhiffs of long…

“A Knock” by Joni Caggiano ©️2025 Now Live on HotelMasticadores

A Knock crisp welcoming voice of the wrenhow her incantations I long to hearbut she placed her voice in a boxher color, joy, and song buried near wailing calls soft, tiny bulbs hoist sailoak tree slain by a dismal, frail windroots glisten in the sun, a forest-sickmy body dismantled, like my friend To continue reading,…

“Saturday” by Joni Caggiano ©️2025

Saturday cropping memorieslike daisy haircutsbuttery scent sashaypigment blendingmerging, like yolksvision murmurs from easelhis canvas callsendless love linestrokes from brushhis connection to lifetimid she saunters behind golden hatuntil delicate his murmurations of lovemingled with ardent touch cause her to capturerays of sunlightwarm with passionmoments forever lured into lovewith an artistand his frame Hoping that in this…