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 “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, “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…
“Fledgling’s Promise” by Joni Caggiano ©️2025 Now Live on HotelMasticadores
Fledgling’s Promise sorrow is a thistle that clawsits way through tender flesh festers like a wayward wounddyes blue bird color sky to gray red bricks, meld curtains shutshield dreams and hopes away like a girdle on an aged womanwith a belly made of silky clay moods shift a clock’s rigid arms sand drifts to erase…
“Polished Composure” by Joni Caggiano ©️2025 Now Live on HotelMasticadores
Polished Composure Timid love alights in garland eyes as I remember the tranquil sway of cattails in spring. Laughter and love permeate the air we breathe. My sun-kissed skin glistens with the reflection of the clear, chilly pond water. The yellowish-orange bills of the great egrets keep tune in this symphony of sound. Now wet,…
TREES LEAN
Winter winds weep as they lay their sorrow in the folds of my dress Crows bleed feathers as their skin grows loose from painful hunger Brown eyes deposit luster within a hollow oyster where the sun hides Sepia runs a palette of winter grays upon the face of a swollen clown Whitewashed boulders bleached from a tired sun, mark her…
Flaming Sunset Now Live On HotelMasticadores
touch my skin through silk, as air-born feathers malleable to your tender strokes, I close my eyes release me, take me from my bone-thin ancient tethers space disappears, my beloved refuge, pursue me assimilate my soul, as a window weeper whose pain is tainted by my clarity of the indignant power of the sea…
The Inner Child Speaks – Part 1
My good friend and phenomenal storyteller and poet, Nigel Byng, has selflessly decided to interview me in support of my upcoming book (thank you, Lisa, at Prolific Pulse Press) presales of which start later this month, I can’t believe it! Thank you, Nigel, for being so supportive not only of me but of everyone in…
My New Prose “slumbering Savannah” Now On Masticadoresindia
The swamp claws its way through the mud. Water moccasin waking late in the winter’s artful sun. Hiding in the putrid belly of the forsaken shade of the brown-haired trees, he lay gazing. He sees in black and white. Stalking prey with a proud skinny neck and blockish head, he hunts. Choctaw child, feet raw…
