“Prayers Answered,” A Christmas Story Now Love On Hotel Masticadores

Prayers Answered Snow clung to a small mulberry tree in the distance.  It was a sad reminder of the old cotton fields nestled close to where Josie used to call home.  Snow was something different, like something pure.  Still, Josie was lost in a state of misery.  She peered through the narrow window that overlooked…

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…

“Days Mourned” By Joni Caggiano©️2025

Days Mourned dark-eyed junco’s flit in emergence froma serpentine branchof the Dragon’s Claw Willow, where theycleave as one on their ranch like beads of unknotted pearls, sweetinfusion of her sweat draws his lipstoward the gray skirt sliding off alluringsun-tinged, rose-scented hips rhythm, melding movement as oneclouds drifting, both sateddizzy from her consummate beautywhiffs of long…

“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…

“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,…

“Death Of A Stranger” Live On India Masticadores

Death Of A Stranger Hearing the rush of nurses heading toward the ICU, I followed the herd.  My youthful intuition was kicking in as an eerie sense of suffocation and dread encircled me.  I suddenly felt like a child waking from a nightmare.  I was already on edge since yesterday having been informed that three…