Patterns moving on grandma’s quiltsun turning our youthful skin pink like ample florets, ripe buds open with a sigh in red claytender caresses melt the freckles on my cheeks, smelling lavender mixing with your desireyou trace I love you, on my firm thighs, I grow weak The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is a style of poetry created…
Tag: Environment
My New Poem “Life and love beseeches,” Live on MasticadoresIndia
tearfully shedding buttery orange leaves all yearsilently for each life shed in brutality and fear earth rejoices when drops descend from the skymixing with pores of earth’s green and dirt dry love kisses thistle and uncurls branches to clapwhile lovers snuggle close, slowing hearts to nap To continue reading please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called…
My poem haiti-the forgotten dying land now featured on edge of humanity
scant trees hold precious life in soildownpours run without mercyflushing minerals into low landscharcoal created from the sparse bushtiny fingers burn on hot boiling potof small green leaves collectedoverfished waters leave nets lying emptysilent goat bones weave like shadowsstomachs ache like a black tooth decaying blank stares of a slave child with a swollen bellychained…
my new poem “Sycamore” Now live on MasticadoresIndia ( Now called ChewersMasticadores )
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!
My New prose Live on the finest example
Musical beach grass Shy and shielding the sun through cotton candy clouds musically smell my skin. Beholding heaven, I remember how trembling we explored our wedding ground in this land of arctic terns. Childlike, I embrace stolen moments of youth I never had. Briny mist captivated my racing heart as I lay with you and…
Autumn Veil
raspberry birthmark rolls from under my nosestarlings move as one, painting a canvas vastcold am I in red silk, my arms hug one anothershining in the light, I mold a small quilt of youorange, red, and ginger a kiss of fall’s bequestjubilation rides me on her ornate celebratory veiluntil winter blows her gust and bares…
Fall Morning
whisper little owlet to the cloud dropping morning mistkissing the surface of golden leaves shivering silentlyavocado coloring on moss, still lingering, drinks fresh dewtomorrow morning the lips of new fawns feasting on you slowly the sun peeks at us while tipping his old straw hatanoles conduct a slow ballet on ruddy heating bricksyellow the garden…
Featured Artist Tiffany Arp Daleo – “the lost season”
“The lost season,” poem by Joni caggiano wings of fall flew by with time, still no budding noteher hues and tints on palette lay orange and redno painting of leaves or merging bodies in their bed stark white, her winter attire majestic, a birch retellingtheir summer of dancing keys and shades in blueby the fire,…
No One Is Noticing
Photograph and poem by Joni Caggiano September 8, 2021 red hat on an arrogant rooster crowingcrickets frantically rub spiny legs spinning talesturtles crawl along like tourists with too much baggageblue jays sneak seeds released by a pair of artistic squirrelstwin milkweed plants sigh, missing the fading monarch caterpillarsyellow jackets stinging lawnmowers, confused in an insect…
God’s Armor
within vaporous evenings, I walk many placespeering at menacing eyes of half faces unmuzzled are voices that scream at the nightpeeling my skin in search of what’s right times resembling a tainted vicious algae bloomwicked demons escaping from their tomb the full armor of God is my comfort and shieldmy soul sanguine as a fertile…
