old cow skin whip, laden with wire and glasssteals black flesh with every beastly lashdog-tired bones, left cotton in bollthis beating has freed a weary soul slaves sing their stories in the fieldnews, and prayers for those who healchildren stolen from a young momJosiah Henson, hero, valiant, no uncle tom emancipation, Lincoln sign, so why…
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Never Forget
sluggishly, your arrows hit as if to sanction a permanentscar on my fragile yet once war-paint-crimson skin his lies scamper slowly up narrow ribs, then shoulderson the dirt road near my heart to blind me once again damage ego begot mournful passive-aggressive rainenjoy the cleansing sound, but never forget the refrain press clay upon the…
Empty wagon
EMPTY WAGON not just any gypsy would lay their breathupon the resentful ground to calm itjasmine lulling orange flowerspurr, blue notes, to her mare long, lean legs glide across the beastcapturing wind as tears lay saltupon barnacle beds asleepawakening a yearning racing in white shadows of a captive moonhooves in shiny waters, her curls flywhite…
my new poem “collective heritage” live on MasticadoresIndia ( Now called ChewersMasticadores )
sparkling eyes jump to blue skieslaughter cracking like popcornoff pinecones while the sun sighs an echo, a reflection of my facejoy creates sunbeams in her smilea bald eagle spots us in this place To continue reading this poem please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ). If you like what you see while visiting please…
back to nature
freedomcutting my long hairadorning myself with natureoysters share their flawed pearlsearthworms sing songs of gratitudesilk stockings gathering at my thin ankleswearing a tiny cotton flour sack, I feel peacemy soul sailing on a boat, feeling a joyful worldly release Don’t forget to place your vote at Spillwords Press NYC for Author of the Year, Poetic…
honorable mention, Short Prose Poetry Contest
You Were The Best Of Us – Poem by Joni Caggiano inspired by “The Child To Be” by Gabriela Marie Milton Daylilies and lavender fall from a sky of bright eyes,in the silhouette of a boat, under a quarter moon.Born on the month of the ramwith your right fist on your pink cheek.I was twenty,…
