Ghosts walk, and there are witnesses. Dead men live to tell their tales. We, to hear and wonder, keep the watch, and dream of vengeance, execute the play. Let love go, she will not stay thee from thy god-invited way. Death calls for death. A little company is all thatContinue Reading

He came to us in that odd way A feline knows– A porch seat empty, An opened can of tuna on the step His mind, a cat’s mind, simply seeking warmth and food. This feral creature did not know the generosity of a back rub, the safety of a lap.Continue Reading

After William Shakespeare’s “The Tragedy of Macbeth” (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17–28) His hour upon the stage Was a tale well told Full of love and meaning Signifying everything. Time should stop When one so special no longer is. The sun should not rise Nor the moon shine. ButContinue Reading

Across the western plain silence travels one unsteady foot at a time staggering, twisting, forward until even the birds stop their noisy chatter to watch his coming. The thirsty earth’s dry tongue avoids the travel- weary feet, licks at the pathway puddles but is not satisfied. Silence comes. Still. ShakespeareContinue Reading

Every liar loves a laugh. Got to love the grief a handkerchief can bring. As sharp as a reef that handkerchief, my bully beef, a gold leaf for a sneak thief. What a relief at last to be lieutenant not that wax plant Cassio. About as brave as an eggplant.Continue Reading

Cast Jessica – Woman in her early twentiesShylock – Man in his late fifties to early sixties Scene: A room in Shylock’s house in 16th century Venice. Shylock sits at a table stacked with coins. He dresses in a long black robe that has yellow wheel patches on the shoulderContinue Reading

Morn at its bright birth Brought light’s sweet forthcoming hue rejecting the dark. Lynette Esposito has been published in Poetry Quarterly, Inwood Indiana, Walt Whitman Project, That Literary Review, North of Oxford, and others. She was married to Attilio Esposito.Continue Reading

From the author: After five years of teaching inside two all-male State Prisons in Northern Ohio, I know first-hand the power of Shakespeare and poetry. Like other art forms, poetry is universal in its appeal. Shakespeare remains a source of powerful lessons. Sure, I have an expensive doctorate, and ifContinue Reading