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If you watch a lot of tv, especially critically acclaimed, you might come to suspect that a woman is a pair of tits attached to broken, a hurt circuit flipped again and again. It’s like we get written into believing we are the worst thing ever done to us. SoContinue Reading

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There is no love in what I feel for you. There is desire, pain, joy, and grief; no love, Though longing squats within my chest, the old Unwanted guest I never can evict. Believ’d was I in love most of my life, The subject of as hidden from myself AsContinue Reading

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The song is one we’ve known for years, and though The words may come from you, I am the one Who knows them all by heart. Your fingers dance On vinyl strings, and my blood pumps in time With every strum. How long did we see eye To eye, andContinue Reading

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I. Methinks you’ll not say I exaggerateIn telling you that history repeats;Full oft, I used my craft to contemplateThe many ways, o’er centuries, Time eatsHer own. And, certes, Caesar such a case.The senate stamped him praetor maximus,Unthinking the Republic to erase,Yet Ides of March proved Time more ravenous:Brought down decorum,Continue Reading

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He came to us in that odd way A feline knows– A porch seat empty, An opened can of tuna on the step His mind, a cat’s mind, simply seeking warmth and food. This feral creature did not know the generosity of a back rub, the safety of a lap.Continue Reading

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Across the western plain silence travels one unsteady foot at a time staggering, twisting, forward until even the birds stop their noisy chatter to watch his coming. The thirsty earth’s dry tongue avoids the travel- weary feet, licks at the pathway puddles but is not satisfied. Silence comes. Still. ShakespeareContinue Reading

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Morn at its bright birth Brought light’s sweet forthcoming hue rejecting the dark. Lynette Esposito has been published in Poetry Quarterly, Inwood Indiana, Walt Whitman Project, That Literary Review, North of Oxford, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito.Continue Reading

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SHADOW: Why hast thou summoned me once more from peaceful slumber?WILLIAM: I, summon thee? Surely you jest for ne’er once have I summoned thee. Thou appeare’st from torpid shadows to test mine patience, a fickle figment of mine craft and nothing more.SHADOW: Nay I say, nay. ‘Tis thy craft thatContinue Reading

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Words are symbols of other things. This word tree lacks real bark. Fundamentalists, dogmatists, literalists, densely misperceive a direct relation, an inviolable link, between some sole mental concept, inspired by a word, and an actual thing. There is no literal truth. A will never equal C, much less be. WordsContinue Reading

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2122 Annual ConferenceShakespeare Societies of the Western World June 11 – 14, 2122Laughlin, NVGolden Nugget Casino24 Karat Conference Centre Featured Papers:Shakespeare: The Eternal Question: Cat Lover or Dog Aficionado? 5 Arguments in Favor of the Canine Guest Speaker, Hugo “Hotspur” Larke, PhD Sponsored by the Disney-Folger Library Celebrating the GoldenContinue Reading