Joni Caggiano’s poetry always touches me, so I decided to share it.

Rum and Robots

© Photograph and Poetry by Joni Caggiano

Sadness Moans 

shooting pain lurches like a stranger in the blackest night

where monsters live releasing their copies, swarming past, out of sight

jealousy walks on rugged stones stealing from the gifted

holding hands of small cactus plants until the desert sands are shifted

behind their peering eyes a Judas runs to throw a stone

whiffs of his betrayal, climbing to the top of the field, I hear his moan

To continue reading this piece and many others please go to I Write Her/The Short of It with Susi Bocks.

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