Abused Child and High Price – by Joni Caggiano

Abused Child Featured in Edge of Humanity for World Poetry Day March 21, 2024 ©️ January 2022 High Price also Published in Edge of Humanity (thank you Joelcy Kay) Five new pieces of poetry and prose by Joni in “After Rain Skies – The Global Anthology,” by Michelle Ayon Navajas Abused Child do not presume…

“Mary,” Now Live on HotelMasticadores

Mary Mary, did you sense the breath of the angel Gabriel, dutiful, sent to bestowA message from God, entrenches you, an angst-ridden sense of woeMary, do not be afraid, for I bring great news you must know Mary, God finds favor in you, your womb will blossom with a son to carryA virgin graced, engaged,…

“Forgotten” My New Poem Live On HotelMasticadores

apples hang low  forgotten honey bees tiny legs, heavy pollen lemons make moving weary overcast your eyes spurs surge from pores discerns a sense of being akin to the caterpillar in cast front legs, in cement crack grow up you say who are you  I recognize you not To continue reading, go to Hotel Masticadores,…

“Wedding bed” now live on hotelmasticadores

where is our silk top bedspeculate,evaporation when weddid love migrate like the arctic terndoes another make those earlobes burnswans fly by on bloodshot fabric in my dreampulling up tiles, bricks, looking for my self-esteem To finish reading please go to Hotel Masticadores House and please don’t forget to like, comment and subscribe.      

“Your Prey” now live on HotelMasticadores

hurting heart, quivers sifting image, last beat why lie, uncharitable one what inordinate pain I unearth like shadow crow you pretend to love hawk grabs prey next day new lie, fashion fractures what is left of me    To continue reading please visit HotelMasticadores and please like, share, and subscribe. Hope everyone has a wonderful…

“Lost Smile” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores House

slide inside old tulip, pink petals, discarded long ago drowning out the sound of laughter     my heart was feeling lowhear the trees weep in tune with me     I am weary brown, torn the petals rise, did you know     you are not the first to appear To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores…