gazing at vivid red brickswilling myself to evaporateinto the rough white stufflaying snuggling in betweenscarlet spies my secrets seen torrents of rain battering tinbolts of lightning are cracklingdogs a hollering so terrifiedmama’s orders down she layout tonight, the dogs will stay Please read the rest of my poem here on THE EDGE OF HUMANITY MAGAZINE …
Tag: memories
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…
Live On Spillwords Press NYC – My new poem “From love to Hollowed Tree”
lightning striking emotions I can no longer contain burning my skin with your scathing looks for you have found another smelling her lilac perfume burns my nose and cuts ridges on my hips how will your fingers forget the heavenly world you traced on my body your hands drew life softly in circles, birthing spasms…
The Earth Has Feelings Too
silence is an earless solitary creaturewithout words alone in the damp eye of dusk a red clock balances barren time evenif its long arm is short and bluebirds boast words fly back to you like a memoryof winds blowing in circles catching leaves hummingbirds hover backward whencherished souls like white doves rise to heaven love…
You Are
You Are whispers of pale gold gliding over my skinspots of a fawn landing on mushroom capssighs from blue whales a thousand miles away You Are kindness of a prayer floating up to Godlaughter of a child standing in a paintinga wooden barrel full of Eastertide’s flowers You Are promises dancing on ruby colors of…
The Dual faces of love
surrounded in a cloud of light bluesleeping with warming visions of youtrailing through the vast desert for dayslicking yearning lips, as I am thinking of waysof indulging all your deepest desires, guarding my pacewhile gently caressing every square inch of your beautiful face The Dual Faces of Love seeking you among the red dunespromises…
“A Siren’s Call” live on spillwords Press NYC
ardor cuts into the soles of my feetblood stirring as I run to the sealeaves of green grow from each fingerseaweed flowing from my head in curls To finish reading, please go to SpillWords Press NYC. If you enjoy this new piece, which I am so honored to have published by the staff at SpillWords, please press…
I Find You
you are there swooning on the tinge of the gardenia scenton the lime green-eyed wing of a Luna moth tattered and spentresounding within the impassionate vibration of the newborn’s crywhen you pray for the window weeper as she tarries and lets out a sigh I find you in the glimpse of dewdrops like notes…
Live on Spillwords “Spotlight on Writers – Joni Caggiano”
I am honored to be interviewed on Spillwords NYC. If you like my work and are curious about my life please visit the link above. If you enjoyed learning more about what makes me tick, please show me some love by clicking on the little heart. To see my author page on Spillwords NYC click…
My New Poem, “Memories Buried In a Box,” Now Live at MasticadoresUSA
I am honored to be published in MasticadoresUSA (Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton, Director: j re crivello) I am the seasoning in your food, infused with blood-tinged lovegrave diggers plow a hole into my left eye, now crossedblack memories are buried there, along with my visionlifeless in a woeful, cardboard box, are my wedding ringsmy father’s…
