skin barren exposing my dense white trunk as I sighcolor falls from me as the cold earth is bitingabsent my ample blanket to shelter birds passing by To continue reading “Sycamore,” visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ). To read more of MasticadoresIndia please visit and be sure to follow and subscribe!
Category: sorrow
Grateful
fragile is a heart inside the chest of a childbirds and butterflies tread entwining gifts there toosoft young skin shivers as melancholy air covers him with blue stitches of memories stretching out in hopefrozen between three snowflakes watching lady timeblue jays singing notes of love as church bells blissfully chime aromatic petals on a golden…
The Earth Has Feelings Too
silence is an earless solitary creaturewithout words alone in the damp eye of dusk a red clock balances barren time evenif its long arm is short and bluebirds boast words fly back to you like a memoryof winds blowing in circles catching leaves hummingbirds hover backward whencherished souls like white doves rise to heaven love…
My New Poem “Cassiopeia’s Bargain” Now Live On MasticadoresUSA
congratulations to Gabriela marie milton, editor and NEWLY NAMED ADVISORY BOARD MEMBER for Masticadores underneath the shadow of a manic and freshly mowed moondrunk with a star from Cassiopeia and her erogenous tune I wept tears of mad loss that crawled underneath your shut doorbreaking up with me while sitting safe on your heartless…
Disappearing Slowly
Photography by Gabriel Matula – Unsplash – Poem by Joni Caggiano on Saturday, June 5, 2021 Shall I rise today and put on my face? If so, which face shall I paint. I suffer like a lamp whose light no longer shines or a piano whose keys are missing, yet still strains to coerce a…
My New Poem, “Memories Buried In a Box,” Now Live at MasticadoresUSA
I am honored to be published in MasticadoresUSA (Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton, Director: j re crivello) I am the seasoning in your food, infused with blood-tinged lovegrave diggers plow a hole into my left eye, now crossedblack memories are buried there, along with my visionlifeless in a woeful, cardboard box, are my wedding ringsmy father’s…
The Poet’s Tender Heart
love, a raindrop, a snowflake, or the uniqueness of the flight of the leafmoon shades of green bringing forth a canvas within the ocean’s kelpsongbirds sing for both you and me underneath the power of the same blue skyblack keys suit the music of your mystifying and powerfully winged wordswhite keys that are jealous are…
Robins Foraging and Memories
slicing my feet with memories sticking between my tiny toescold earth with her crackling leaves of brown and redstuck in cotton and tobacco fields with memories he knows leaves dancing in the sun while moist soil summons the birdseating worms drowning in the water beneath the coversame place you unearthed me, shaking, no ears for…
My New Poem, “Leaving Blue Doors,” Now Live at Spillwords Press NYC
voiceless rhythms hide conflict behind earless wallscobblestones assembled centuries ago, bask in white lightforgotten names of flowers already seared into my raw fleshpink and crimson colors hovering with their scentexploding like a trap door in the tiny hairs of my nostrilsbarren is his constant silence, which feels like screaminganxiously red eyes stare, as your tall…
