Disappointment Has a Name A candid conversation about writing from pain, telling the truth on the page, and longing for home. Nigel Byng sits with poet Joni Caggiano for a candid conversation about his book. 1. When writing your poetic manuscript, were there junctures when you felt your pen had a life of its own? When composing…
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My New Poem, “Singularity,” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Singularity unfeathered, sipping seeds from a martini glass made from an abandoned hummingbird nest, I ache squirrels once talked to menow, I dig for their lost nutsin our browning yard, hollowlaid out, like lost moments gift me with a red-blue facemajestic tail, the crazed danceof the male turkey’s dressdo not hinder me a simpleton notes rise from…
My New Poem, “Rainbow Queen,” Now Live At Hotel Masticadores
Rainbow Queen dreams of mineembrace forlorn window weeperscotton candy cloudswhisper riddles softwinged rainbowwhere bikes glide bymy tic-tac frecklesadorn pale skindancing to flutesshift deliberatelylike a golden queen fluid chess piece To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores, and if you enjoyed it, please also consider liking, commenting, and sharing. Thanks to Michelle for continuing to support fellow…
“Childless Tents” by Joni Caggiano ©️2025 Now Live on HotelMasticadores
Childless Tents Kisses like sun dropsdipped in sweet pollen,play youthful cheeksplump with wonder. Faithless somber notesof sorrow yet tarrylost atop the velvet backof an anxious Buckeye. Goldenrod is changingfor Fall calls her new palette,and aging fawns in toastedwoods, seek their lost spots. Funnel spiders dot lawnslike lifeless, white hair-nets perched as childless tentson strands of fading…
“Fledgling’s Promise” by Joni Caggiano ©️2025 Now Live on HotelMasticadores
Fledgling’s Promise sorrow is a thistle that clawsits way through tender flesh festers like a wayward wounddyes blue bird color sky to gray red bricks, meld curtains shutshield dreams and hopes away like a girdle on an aged womanwith a belly made of silky clay moods shift a clock’s rigid arms sand drifts to erase…
“Stories of Resilience: After Rain Skies and One Petal at a Time at PWW Malaysia” – Thank You Michelle Navajas!
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…
“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,…
Kindle Sale, Book Anniversary, Barbara’s Review And A Reading Of “Cleansing” From “One Petal At A Time”
Cleansing silence is the tiptoeof a fairy as she slylybirths comfortyouthful dreamerwriting love notes to pixiesin beams the moon can sparesolace wrappedin prayer under coversphantom of shame circlesdisgrace like fireflieswithout flamesladybugs missing spotsand archaic tainted statueswith long-ago muted tongueswhile willows lamentso, plug your earsif puffed up, with mossfrom primal oaks if truth offendsboulders of disgrace…
“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,…