“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…

“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…

Will It Snow Again This August by Joni Karen Caggiano

buried deep in curtain’s fogof raven black sludgewooden clogs sink deepsocket-eyed, gaunt humanscrucial heat escaping, I awakeI give her a hopeful nudge ebony, shaved headone of eight in our bedI shiver, stone-coldand yet begin to stripclothes off, stark whiteflesh of the nocturnal dead stems bereft of petalsbones, a reminder of belly painsamid the stench of…