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I dream of the Sequoiassingingwhen the breezedances amongst maestrolimbs— carving invisible piano noteson their bark.The song is oldI cannot understand the ancient lyric. My wild pen shards words on this pagelike fragmentscrushed by the thought of giantswho do not speak my languageand I cannot express theirs. Lynette G. Esposito, MAContinue Reading

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The trees behind my house are old…very old……when the new neighbor moved in,he had many sawed down–claimed they were a dangerto his home.The neighbor stood and listened—I did as well–each thump on the groundbeat the earth like a drumwith no rhythm. Do trees hold a grudge?Underneath where their roots areContinue Reading

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Although you have diedI feel your touch in everyrain drop as ifyour tearson my living shouldersare leavesmeant to disappear or blow away.Your tearsstrike my silken umbrellalike angry fists because we are separated–I in this garden and you in the other. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in PoetryContinue Reading

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I follow the trailthrough the angry treesas the wily wind whips leavesoff their skinny armsand throws them to the ground.The trail is littered with gold and brownobscuring the path.I am lost in a storm of coming autumnand do not knowwhere my footsteps should fall–enveloped in sunlight and cold–alone beneath theContinue Reading

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Footsteps of the dead,silent in darkness and light,guide lost children home. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito and lives with eight rescued muses in Southern New Jersey.Continue Reading

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I sat at the kitchen counterof my dad’s gasstationwhile he cookedlima bean and ham soup.I hated it. What makes a poor childso arrogant she could hateher own dad’s soupthen sit and eat as ifit were chocolatebecause he made it for her. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published inContinue Reading

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The stew splashedas the wind stirredthe lightning-warmedbroth…such a sight to seeat the beginning. The new cook in the kitchentook a sip and grinned…This is good. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others. She wasContinue Reading

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It has mushrooms. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito and lives with eight rescued muses in Southern New Jersey.Continue Reading

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Everything I love is made of youand me—a world of complexitywherewe are entangled–surrounded bythe uncertainty principlethat causes waves whereverwe areas if we are made up of watercreaturesswimming blindly toward the horizonwith hope of getting there. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, TwinContinue Reading

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discoveredstars were buttons.If a human could reach them,the world would change. The sky remains brightwith eyesthat blink a known reality of beautyuntouched by manwho in his ignorance, is filledwith a wild passionto change everything. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades,Continue Reading