“Prayers Answered,” A Christmas Story Now Love On Hotel Masticadores

Prayers Answered Snow clung to a small mulberry tree in the distance.  It was a sad reminder of the old cotton fields nestled close to where Josie used to call home.  Snow was something different, like something pure.  Still, Josie was lost in a state of misery.  She peered through the narrow window that overlooked…

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…

”Red Ball” Now On Hotel Masticadores

Red Ball Hannah wept silently into her dusty apron.  She spun her thin face around, much like a donut, awaiting its freckling of powdered sugar.  Tears cast their agonies upon hand-stitched hydrangeas, petunias, and magnolias while honeybees clung close with their bulging pollen-laden legs. Ruth had spent six months embroidering this apron for her and…

”September’s Garden” Now On Chewers Masticadores

September’s Garden Dawn, an awakening that beckons idyllic, downy light, an endowment gently warming my green and thirsty skin.  The last remaining flowers. I am the protector of the wonderous scentsthat whiff their way, often, to unsuspecting humans.  My limbs of love hide deep beneath the ground’s surface, close to the red brick path.  I…

My New Poem “A Gift” Now Live At Chewers And Masticadores

  A Gift I peel the night air off the fibers of my dress. His smells crack like paint on an old canvas. A rare gift from Barbados. His words travel up my spine with child-like anticipation. A gift, Hand-picked Sea Island cotton, his voice like the imposing breath of the cypress. Mementos of time-worn…

Tears To Flowers

Light sprinkles like pixie dust from my heart. Trees choreograph spiritualistic arches as bird pirouettes on angels’ wings to give gratitude to Our Father.   They balance my senses while roaming the lines of age upon their singing branches like a Panther Chameleon. Paint me in lemon-red colors as tears of euphoria and melancholy drip into…

My Sword Now Live On MasticadoresPhilippines

I am a soul that spirals within the languid cylindrical cavity of a flute.  Fragrances pass through me, caressing my heart like a compassionate breeze that carries earth’s gifts.  Through the eyes of a bee, I forage for sweet tenderness lost in the rough concrete of my childhood home.  Fear, pain, and sorrow lay a…

“He is” – now live on hotel masticadores

the savory smell amongst loblolly pines and chestnut oaks whispers lying beneath scarlet sunset which calls nocturnal animals to rise the slope of a mountain, the roar of a waterfall that tumbles with immense force to mold and smooth the pebbles within smells waft from the head of a newborn, milk swells in the breast…