Sunflower – A New Page by Joni Caggiano

Sunflower – A New Page by Joni Caggianosite: the-inner-child.com I am a sunflower golden, proud, and talldancing playfully toward the bright sunno  longer living in the land of the small Dots of death at night bees that can stingmom sewing me shut to curtain my truthNo longer huddling up a cowardly thing Hiding my food…

Red Poppy by Joni Caggiano & An Important Announcement

Red Poppy by Joni Caggianosites:Instagram:  jonicaggianoTwitter: @theinnerchild1 electricity surges from your auburn hairmen thirst for your flesh like a ripe pearsecrets warily etched in red ink on pillowseek wisdom from God’s weeping willow acquiesce to their tenders as you dareas Samson, strength births in your hairsecure your hopes, dreams, and poweroh exquisite poppy, you glorious flower…

Slow Demise by Joni Caggiano

Slow Demise by Joni Caggiano SiteInstagram:  jonicaggianoTwitter: @theinnerchild1 red moon elevates levels of a blue-gray ocean with its pulllizards eat meat from their bodies as they outgrow skinants move eggs deep as it freezes near the top of the earthhoping for borrowed time and their instars to be birthed barefoot I step on a pebble; it…

Cassiopeia’s Bargain by Joni Caggiano

Cassiopeia’s Bargainby Joni Caggiano[author’s site] underneath the shadow of a manic and freshly mowed moondrunk with a star from Cassiopeia and her erogenous tune I wept tears of mad loss that crawled underneath your shut doorbreaking up with me while sitting safe on your heartless floor such words etched, and love we exchanged in your…

The Colors of Love by Joni Caggiano

The Colors of Loveby Joni Caggiano[author’s site] Pink am I, fresh and innocent with youOpening like a virgin bud, giving birth to beautyYou are the intoxicating fragrance that pours over me every time you breatheGardenias and jasmine jumping in midair like babes on trampolines where nothing can stop us from flyingSweet music pours from your…

Memories Buried in a Box by Joni Caggiano

Memories Buried in a Boxby Joni Caggiano [author’s site] I am the seasoning in your food, infused with blood-tinged lovegrave diggers plow a hole into my left eye, now crossedblack memories are buried there, along with my visionlifeless in a woeful, cardboard box, are my wedding ringsmy father’s voice chasing me, calling me a whore,…

“Reflection” by Joni Karen Caggiano

White is the oval mirror of my exodus from the fearsome actions of the monsters in the red-brick house.  Dark eyes blister as my heart pulses a bleak opus once again.  An offering given by a stranger concealed with golden paper and wildflowers singing. After five years of her pleasure, I perceive the wonder of…

“Southern Rising” by Joni Karen Caggiano

snow lays reticent, a virgin blanket covers nature like a gentle quilt thick white breath journeys on through dated chimney stones black iron stove warms mama making flour bread in iron skillet tiny portions of salt pork, browns smell of fresh coffee clings to walls grits gurgle in pot, red-eye gravy sizzles in sauté pan,…

“Peak of Day” by Joni Karen Caggiano

tender hope wrapped in silk balloons with a blue-ribbon floret on summit smells of cedar, musk, and vanilla mourning life’s emotional buttonsu singing like heron’s hypnotic dance your avocado eyes cast like a movie shield me with ardor sworn eternally my curls signaling nerves to undress as virgin notes soften violin strings within a bed…