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I felt itsomewhere behindmy eyeswhen I wokeup that I’d be lateto work.I had a bad dream –I’ve beenhaving bad dreamsthe past few nights,but in this oneI was aloneand confused. When I wokeup I also felt aloneand confusedbut then I movedmy foot slightlyand I felt Sarah’s calf,warmand firmand still. Whenshe wokeupContinue Reading

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I look upto feelthe flickers of lightburningwith silver- blue flamesjust out of reach. The tips of my fingers almost touchthe fireasI stretch high and farto where I believeyou have gone. I am breathlessfrom the frosted airon a winter’s nightin the countrywhere stars are aplentybut I am alone. Lynette G. Esposito,Continue Reading

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It’s been on my desk since I started this job, that framedprint of the selfie we took in Times Square –September 2010, our first date – the Golden Arches,and the red stripes of TGI Fridays behind us,me in a light-yellow shirt, you in a turquoise scarf and anecklace you stillContinue Reading

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This isn’t a love poem. It’s something else entirely.This isn’t a love poem: it’s a sunny afternoon with us airing our grief in the city park. This isn’t a love poem. It’s that time you couldn’t stop staring at me rain soaked after we ran to the car, and theContinue Reading

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Synopsis A series of attempts made by a now defunctBook club to break off an engagementBefore it happens what starts off as badAdvice given at a New Years Eve partyTurns into a comedy of errors when anAlcoholic poet recruits estranged frenemiesAnd former roommates alike while touringA closing light exhibit atContinue Reading

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Show me your wrenched out heartI want to hold it in my clingy clawsI want to bite down on the fleshy fibersAs the blood drips down my gullet Give me your innocent eyesI want to see what the esse entailsSlurping down the milky messSavoring all your scene things My loveContinue Reading

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Isn’t it strange the way you’re always sayingsomething I’d thought just the other hour or dayor the other way around? Or maybe,each was thinking the same phrase at the same second,just a question of who trots it out first:makes the other laugh or sigh, inside or out.That day you admiredContinue Reading

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To kiss open your mouth Don’t mind me, swallowing Teeth from the shallow Bowl of your mouth Tonguing for Nerve bundle berries Coiled tangles of your throat Inside of you is so dark I can barely make out the purples of your pink Small intestine I’m sorry I can’t sayContinue Reading

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For 7th time (so far)in a half-centuryGer was spoiledBy pleasureGetting toTake boy/GirlchickTo sportsStore toBuy 1stMitt,Bat. ThisRoundHelmetsRequiredFor T-ballOtherwiseSame oldRules apply:Kid’s love ofEquipment isMore importantThan perfect fit. Flashing back toMy mid-1950’sWhen choosingYour originalSlazenger’sRacquet toPlay tennisSarnat wasSmitten atSight by itsRainbowColors. Gerard Sarnat has been nominated for the pending Science Fiction Poetry Association DwarfContinue Reading