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It’s been on my desk since I started this job, that framedprint of the selfie we took in Times Square –September 2010, our first date – the Golden Arches,and the red stripes of TGI Fridays behind us,me in a light-yellow shirt, you in a turquoise scarf and anecklace you stillContinue Reading

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Isn’t it strange the way you’re always sayingsomething I’d thought just the other hour or dayor the other way around? Or maybe,each was thinking the same phrase at the same second,just a question of who trots it out first:makes the other laugh or sigh, inside or out.That day you admiredContinue Reading

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At fifteen, my first boyfriend and Itook a chance: kissed on a park benchunder cannabis clouds, and thejet exhaust near Kennedy airport. Five minutes into it, and beforeeither of us were ready to commit,our metal braces linked us most intimately as a full moon ascended amidstour raging adolescent hormones.We giggledContinue Reading

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The story appeared in the magazine’s Personal Experience column. George always read the column’s first paragraph, then picked out a middle paragraph, and finally read the last paragraph. If he wasn’t too busy and there were enough potato chips left in the bag, he’d read the remaining inside paragraphs, inContinue 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 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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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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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