Will It Snow Again This August by Joni Karen Caggiano

buried deep in curtain’s fogof raven black sludgewooden clogs sink deepsocket-eyed, gaunt humanscrucial heat escaping, I awakeI give her a hopeful nudge ebony, shaved headone of eight in our bedI shiver, stone-coldand yet begin to stripclothes off, stark whiteflesh of the nocturnal dead stems bereft of petalsbones, a reminder of belly painsamid the stench of…

“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,…

New Prose “Dandelions Weep” on Chewers & masticadores

Veins of leaves pulsate with wrath, while willow oaks bleed through their bark.  Even the sun dared not share her vibrant rays without sunscreen as she clasps a bright red umbrella.  Flutes play sad songs while morning steam settles into cracks in sable earth.  Extracted hearts fearlessly hang from trees singing songs for the humans’…