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When Lucian, not yet three, puts his hand in mine.I feel such joy–this boyknots his lifeline to minein a faiththat he can lead me to where ever he wants to go,and I in the same perfect grandma faith,take him there. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in PoetryContinue Reading

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The heavy nightopened her womband the earth was born–a beautiful baby blue and greenheld together withdelicate knots woofedon an invisible loom–swaddling a new star in the universe. Lynette G. Esposito, MA Rutgers, has been published in Poetry Quarterly, North of Oxford, Twin Decades, Remembered Arts, Reader’s Digest, US1, and others.Continue 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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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