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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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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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All my life, I waited for lovelike pineapple. Sopping bites,hair bristling on skin, tangyand biting. I waited for the nibble on my tongue.It never came. You came,and you were oxygen. You were misting rain,not tidal waves. All my life,I watched my father hail,and I bent towards blue. How to knowContinue Reading

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In the morningbefore it rains,nervous blue waterkisses the sandy shore lineuntil a dark storm interruptsthis noisy love affair. Then all is still. The water sleeps–its silver face serene. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, andContinue Reading

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Do not hide your face from meLet your light touch meDearly belovedHear unto my pleaLet not any barrierCome betwixt usMay we beForever entwinedTill the celestial bodiesTurn to dust and ashMay our hearts’ tantric enigmaBe a fire that surpasses all blissMay hell’s heat paleWhen compared to ourSplendor Justin Ratcliff is aContinue Reading

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I hate myself for showing up to work. What a waste. I’ve danced four sets for worse than no one, just those who return my failing attempts at sensuality with a dehumanizing stare. I’m continually reminding myself that it’s not my fault that I’m not making money. Not helping though.Continue Reading

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If timewere my lover,I would never be alone.butShe said let’s just be friends. and soas things go, I grew old and time stayed young.When the end came near,she parted ways with me.I no longer needed a friend like herand she no longer needed me. Still, as I close my eyestoContinue Reading

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Foot stomp, run your mouthfeel-bad confetti romanceturd terrorismin vast Delhi garbage heaps:peeps burned, scrounge to earn livings. Gerard Sarnat has been nominated for the pending Science Fiction Poetry Association Dwarf Star Award, won San Francisco Poetry’s 2020 Contest, the Poetry in the Arts First Place Award plus the Dorfman Prize,Continue Reading

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The sun glints a wicked lighton the whitecaps today. the landline shimmers,the quivering mouth of a lovesick sailor who keepshis girl’s likeness folded up and pressed to the inside ofhis cheek like chewing tobacco. the fabric of my dress clings tothe shape I make, long like a breath arched likeContinue 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