Editor’s Pick, “One Petal at a Time,” Live on HotelMasticadores

It is an honor to be featured today on Hotel Masticadores by Michelle Ayon Navajas as the “Editor’s Pick!”  She did this for the anniversary of my book, One Petal at a Time.  She is especially gracious, as she is releasing an anthology titled After Rain Skies – A Global Anthology to encourage a connection with…

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…

TREES LEAN

Winter winds weep as they lay their sorrow in the folds of my dress Crows bleed feathers as their skin grows loose from painful hunger Brown eyes deposit luster within a hollow oyster where the sun hides Sepia runs a palette of winter grays upon the face of a swollen clown Whitewashed boulders bleached from a tired sun, mark her…

MY POEM “Lonely employment” live on edge of humanity

you ride your bike, crying down the hard dirt roadyour morning spent killing fliestheir price, a penny a carcasshanding me my money through the soul of their drunken hollowyou wonder, would they spend a penny for meI buy hot balls in a brown paper bag with my pennies To continue reading please visit EDGE OF…

My poem haiti-the forgotten dying land now featured on edge of humanity

scant trees hold precious life in soildownpours run without mercyflushing minerals into low landscharcoal created from the sparse bushtiny fingers burn on hot boiling potof small green leaves collectedoverfished waters leave nets lying emptysilent goat bones weave like shadowsstomachs ache like a black tooth decaying blank stares of a slave child with a swollen bellychained…

The Earth Has Feelings Too

silence is an earless solitary creaturewithout words alone in the damp eye of dusk a red clock balances barren time evenif its long arm is short and bluebirds boast words fly back to you like a memoryof winds blowing in circles catching leaves hummingbirds hover backward whencherished souls like white doves rise to heaven love…