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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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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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You better not runGrandmother says. Off they go like firetruckssounding the alarm with wild laughteras they tear down the hallwaywith grandmother behind chasingwith her heavy steps after their light onesroaring like a dinosaur Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, RememberedContinue Reading

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The meadow is a bloomwith spring colorsbirds singas if the newnesshas never happened before.A small child discovers grass.I discover joywatching him in the open fieldat the early beginning of his life–laughing as if this could go on forever.The sun sets in all its beauty,at the horizon,as if pulling an eyelidoverContinue Reading

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When you are twoNo is your favorite wordand kisses are magic.The sky is always bluewith cotton cloudsWhen it rains, you singgo away, go awayand it does. I am lifted by yourbeliefthat all is well,or will be. Kissesmake it bettereven if it still hurts. You area child of lightfor such aContinue Reading

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My friend, Sean, saidin a poem, he could hearhis dead father’s bones singing.When December comes, your birthdaymonth, the air whistlesthrough the snow laden boughsand I think it is youon your way home. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts,Continue Reading

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The unnamed God took his axand wielded it so hardhe hacked the indigo sky.Flinted sparks flewlike silver birds,like light in the dark–like stars in flight. 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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the aching snowflakes cling like cold butterflies to the black fingers of dark barren trees reaching upward to the storm-driven sky with no recourse but to bear  the onslaught of the storm and the wind’s winter teeth… a tempest. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly,Continue Reading

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Rules of the game, Pray thee know, Are many in the beginning And few when you go. Take up thy May flowers And scatter them wide For your funeral is coming After you’ve died. And those who come to pay the last goodbye with sorrow in their hearts and tearsContinue Reading

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If we put them in boxes, they will hold up better.No, they won’t be able to breathe.They aren’t breathing anyway.We need a stasis box. That way they won’t deteriorate any further.What do you think they do with these long extensions stuck to their shoulders?Do you think they could fly withContinue Reading