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…
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“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,…
“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,…
SCALE WITHOUT MEASURE BY JONI CAGGIANO ©️JAN. 4, 2025
In the late fall of the year of the Dragon, the maple trees let slip from memory the task of turning their leaves. Yellow carotenes did not fill the leaves, bequeathing the desirous soil below with enviable nutrients. A spiritless sun went into an impervious mourning at such a loss. Lady bugs with red and…
“Stranger” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Stranger round, dark like chocolateleft one slightly crossedare the wistful eyesof this old, hopeful soulI hear chaotic guilt andempty questions recitedas the jumbled memoirsof a lone stranger, lingerson a time-worn piereyes like glass marbleshe scans his fishing lineGod hears his prayers To continue reading, please go to Hotel Masticadores, and be sure to like, subscribe…
“Wild flowers cut for two” now live on spillwords press nyc
flowers lift every blossom hightoward sunday’s somber skyexquisite hat, emits long sigh young’uns loud, dirty pantscardboard fans begin to dancechoir holds ceremonial stance tears spin, I sow a song, best I canwelcomes arise by awkward manmemories shift like mourning sand listen to preacher, job he’s doing, badhe never even knew my dadflowers jump off…
