Charlotte Street Art

Recently I was in Charlotte, North Carolina, and I visited the fantastic NoDa art district. The artist painted this in 2010. His name is William Puckett, and he used acrylic paint. He shouted for volunteers, and 274 people from the community showed up. They are all in the painting. The name of the piece I […]

making love under a canapy of willow oaks

Buttercups with reflective cells make the sunshine upon your face. Tickling the leaves as they dance graciously upon the trees, the musing of light bringing me to my knees. Emerald eyes sipping the fragrant nectar of nature as I am smitten with the beauty of the sky. My eyelet dress barely covering my breasts brought […]

Death Toll Rising

moon slips warily inside a red envelope refusing to come out owls cough up hoots praying over owlets the sun wears blinds anoles unable to warm fire ants stinging eating tough flesh trees halt, drop leaves eggs left, nest cold birds fall, sky red in protest of the dead We continue to pray […]

Ripe Buds – An Ameri-Ku

Patterns moving on grandma’s quiltsun turning our youthful skin pink like ample florets, ripe buds open with a sigh in red claytender caresses melt the freckles on my cheeks, smelling lavender mixing with your desireyou trace I love you, on my firm thighs, I grow weak The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is a style of poetry created […]

Ameri-Ku: “After All These Years”

An Ameri-Ku by Joni Oh my mesmerizing love, you awaken my deep desirewith your hot hand on my bare shoulder, intoxicating smells tantalizing taste buds, our fine winewhetting our appetite for one another, toasting our love, art hanging, and baskets of light,dancing notes by Auclair-Fortin playing, my heart now swaystwenty-five years passing like a few […]

My New Poem Slow demise On MasticadoresUSA

red moon elevates levels of a blue-gray ocean with its pulllizards eat meat from their bodies as they outgrow skinants move eggs deep as it freezes near the top of the earthhoping for borrowed time and their instars to be birthed To continue reading go to MasticadoresUSA – thanks to the magazine’s editor Gabriela Marie Milton […]

My poem haiti-the forgotten dying land now featured on edge of humanity

scant trees hold precious life in soildownpours run without mercyflushing minerals into low landscharcoal created from the sparse bushtiny fingers burn on hot boiling potof small green leaves collectedoverfished waters leave nets lying emptysilent goat bones weave like shadowsstomachs ache like a black tooth decaying blank stares of a slave child with a swollen bellychained […]

You Are

You Are whispers of pale gold gliding over my skinspots of a fawn landing on mushroom capssighs from blue whales a thousand miles away You Are kindness of a prayer floating up to Godlaughter of a child standing in a paintinga wooden barrel full of Eastertide’s flowers You Are promises dancing on ruby colors of […]

No One Is Noticing

Photograph 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 […]

Sunday’s Hay Field

sadness is a raw wound wrapped in bandagesliving in the thought of a picnic without dancing antsa family carrying a basket with lost Sundays and sandwiches listening to the radio, pretending to dancebitter the old man who can no longer stand to eat corntoothless, he remembers the river swallowing a closing glance his son, […]