Moonlight Fedora hatched in smoky vapors of opiumfrom a mystical brazen beastshe saunters like dated brown molassesdripping gentle, tuneful notesparasol, held skyward, hollowed outbut its sturdy frame holds at least thick and tall the fedora upon her headamid dwindling tapestry, pale blueglorious her face, such splendoraroused by daring dreams of sailorselongated body floats through the…
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Reading of Maggie Watson’s Poem, “Searching” from her New Book Wild Flower – by Joni
Maggie Watson is a domestic abuse survivor and a warrior. Her book “Wild Flower” is a strong and impactful collection of poetry about her travels to find herself. It is impossible to stop reading once you start this book. As a ACOA (Adult Child of Alcoholics) I found this book to be captivating, courageous, contemplative…
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…
“Family Forgiveness” A New Poem By Joni Caggiano
Artwork Donated By ©️Francisco Bravo Cabrera For “One Petal At A Time”, Now Part of Our Art Collection Family Forgiveness Fall burns my flesh like rusty shades of her leaves. I cocoon in sorrow’s labored breath as I dine on erstwhile memories. My presence fades as echoes of yesterday’s nagging whispers seep through outworn cement…
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…
My New Poem, “Spirit Moose,” Now Live At Hotel Masticadores
Spirit Moose antlers strong, bentroaming in the veinsof earth’s shadowswhispers ride the reins giant the spirit moosespraying his grey mistseeking refuge fromhoarfrost’s imminent fist pure albino coat, proudsun spirals in the eastcold rains upon earthfrozen by this spirit beast To continue reading, please visit Hotel Masticadores, and if you like it, please consider liking,…
My New Poem, “Relish The Good,” Now Live On Hotel Masticadores
Relish The Good A setting suntugs at the seamsof my life like anangry seamstress. Time fades,as scars risefrom a cruel rapewhen I was eighteen. Hope peeks earnestas burnt red skiesflirt with memoriesof a lost childhood. Freedom as hair flieson a rusty bike down an unpaved road tocash in pennies for candy. Gasps from subtlelack of my…
My Poem “Rumor Damage,” Published on Masticadores Latinos English Edition
rumor is a spineless seed dipped in fertile shadow dirtthat multiplies and causes pain and unexpected hurt silence, a bed partner that takes but never gives backas a man tells a buddy how easy he got her in the sack black spots jump off potatoes and out of a perfect dishsurviving boiling water and a…
“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…