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…
Category: Poem
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,…
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…
“The Crown” by Joni Caggiano ©️2025
The Crown Bougainvillea florets tremble likescarlet ribbons tied in bows on young flesh Archways of stone outstretchreposeful winds on muted statues with listless stares Foreboding leopard keeps vigila silent killer, her sentry will shield if a threat declares Pillars of light bring rays of respite yettears seal her withering heart within flouted ceiling Ferns rest…
“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…
Exciting News, Yours Truly Nominated For Spillwords Publication Of The Year For “Worn Slap Out”!
I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Spillwords Press NYC, Dagmara, and staff for the honor of being nominated for Publication of the Year for 2025 for “Worn Slap Out.” Thank you to all those who voted for me in June. This is a piece written in the North Carolina dialect from the…
“Why This Man” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Why This Man my feet wiggle with soil and the last crop of the seasonthey tantalize my senses as I ponder each logical reason while my heart still beats rapidly from the tender touchof a man I barely know, yet dare, to crave this much Why This Man connecting freckles, on my arms, and makeup naked faceI smell my white dress, to…
“Marry-Go-Round” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Marry-Go-Round trails of guilt, a stony terrainset in sad eyes like doleful stonesfledglings snarled in hollow ribbonsbirthing anguish in once-happy homes black and white film swallowschoices in love’s marry-go-roundlike a deer’s empty tummy at nightor birds that harmonize without sound singing rivers have no place to bendfissures grow in me where ravens weeplove twists secrets…
Stale Flowers – Melissa Lemay’s Flash Fiction Challenge #280 #FFFC Response
In response to Melissa Lemay’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #280 Stale Flowers each year I still do the same arrange loose, timid, and feathery stemsas if forlorn sentiments might live thereinearly this day, we both compulsively pressour dignified threads, to look our best each year I still do the same listen to dad call it…