When I read the beautiful poetry in your books, Mich, there are innumerable and compelling lessons shared, as well as joy and sorrow. In other words, they are filled with soulful and meaningful bits of real life, which make your work so enthralling. After Rain Skies is representative of so many women and men globally…
Category: tears
“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,…
“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…
“After Rain Skies: The Global Anthology” Available March 8, 2025
I am honored and proud to be included in this new anthology that Michelle Ayon Navajas has curated. There are more than two dozen talented authors who have contributed to this book with poetry and prose about survival after trauma. Be sure to pick up your copy when it becomes available next week! “I am…
Tears To Flowers
Light sprinkles like pixie dust from my heart. Trees choreograph spiritualistic arches as bird pirouettes on angels’ wings to give gratitude to Our Father. They balance my senses while roaming the lines of age upon their singing branches like a Panther Chameleon. Paint me in lemon-red colors as tears of euphoria and melancholy drip into…
My Sword Now Live On MasticadoresPhilippines
I am a soul that spirals within the languid cylindrical cavity of a flute. Fragrances pass through me, caressing my heart like a compassionate breeze that carries earth’s gifts. Through the eyes of a bee, I forage for sweet tenderness lost in the rough concrete of my childhood home. Fear, pain, and sorrow lay a…
“Tardy Morning Sun” Now Live On Spillwords Press NYC
damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare feet her heart dangling from a pale elbow in a drowsy fog besieging her as tears hymn, turning to ice on cold flesh five months passed since her husband was planted to earthly rest laying by the lake,…
“Wedding bed” now live on hotelmasticadores
where is our silk top bedspeculate,evaporation when weddid love migrate like the arctic terndoes another make those earlobes burnswans fly by on bloodshot fabric in my dreampulling up tiles, bricks, looking for my self-esteem To finish reading please go to Hotel Masticadores House and please don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe.
Hidden in childhood – reading of God’s Grace
To purchase Hidden In Childhood, go to this link Amazon. This book makes a precious gift to anyone with a family member who was abused or is still being abused. For children raised by parents that provided a healthy and safe environment to grow up in, this book gives them an idea of what many…
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…
