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December 21, 2009 08:04 PM EST --
The penumbra of a Monday
The shadows’ montage on the Monday path;
the shadows of cars, trees, people, rooftops;
everything is on the move; even trees
move from . . .
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December 17, 2009 07:54 PM EST --
Columns I
The white columns sweat the way I do
though it is arid winter, weak sun.
Sometimes we soak in salt and a sea
wakes up on our palm. At any rate,
the waves obliterate . . .
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June 28, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Father does not know
She is swimming for an promised land
struggling with wave after wave.
The desert storm always tumbles
her thoughts’ relative perspectives.
. . .
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November 16, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Forced diet
“What we are is just what we believe.”
I tell this to my lunch hour glass of
water. The whole lunch consists only
transparent liquid and opaque grief. . . .
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March 11, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
The five minutes in a killed lift
The soft buzz is killed all of a sudden.
The world flickers, blinks as the lights die and born.
You can listen to millions of words
the . . .
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November 19, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Neighborhood
She could have been living in the center of earth
emitted just this moment without a care for
the twenty years passed in between. A teenaged love . . .
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January 11, 2009 09:54 PM EST --
Attic eyes
A pensive eagle flies
in the ethereal space.
The encyclopedia salesman
crawls down the road
with his paralyzed cheery face.
A note of distant bell
is . . .
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September 06, 2009 07:16 AM EDT --
the wake of the ground
Rain brings them, the coiling blabbing sisters
or two simple gender confused worms, out.
Huddling, free from the fear of predators,
sinking . . .
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September 28, 2009 07:25 AM EDT --
a walk midst a festival
The festive men and a long, long trail
preordained for a forgetful walk
make you believe that you know the link
missing hitherto. Yes, right. You say
in . . .
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October 01, 2009 07:38 AM EDT --
The egg of a hope
To my brother, Robert
Four hundred yards from the church;
a riverbed lies near,
waiting for the rainy days;
a temple in the far east.
Evening . . .
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March 21, 2009 10:50 PM EDT --
H e ire ss
“You are the legal heiress.” She listens.
It weighs her mind; she runs her hands on the throne.
It glistens like a freshly honed sword. Glistens.
Her entire . . .
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October 31, 2009 09:36 PM EDT --
Hollow wind on two frozen wings
A hollow wind and two frozen wings for a dodo.
Its over! Works are done! You scream. Vacation begins
as it has ended on . . .
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November 13, 2009 08:38 PM EST --
Roadside philosophy
Once you know more, you cannot escape
this evening tilting at an angle,
the straw strewn path for a walk with girls,
unnatural . . .
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October 25, 2009 06:33 AM EDT --
N eatly p assionate
By
Kushal Poddar
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He looks at those packing boxes, lying askew. The lack of pattern disturbs him. He moves them till they form a perfect pyramid. Ask anybody . . .
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November 07, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
Flesh of an apple
A drop of red; stains earth; proves gravity;
grows up as a sprawled tree; bears alluring,
glistening fruits I have brought for you at this
sickbed. . . .
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December 05, 2009 08:36 PM EST --
Life of a winter
The spots of the sun on a cold stone.
Winter has brought a squadron of lives;
nomadic birds, famished villagers,
tourists who touch the stone; history burns . . .
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July 05, 2009 06:18 AM EDT --
D N A
(After I heard of her)
an...............
................................................evolved
...........................................cell
. . .
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August 31, 2009 10:06 AM EDT --
Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema had painted me
(For the Art of Writing Group)
Too lethargic to welcome you but
this way it’s more sensual, I know.
A fruit falls from the . . .
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September 01, 2009 08:49 AM EDT --
the key to the moondom
The key reminds me of
a story told by mom
cricket's night, till I drop.
Moonlight narrows on me; the key;
it wants the key. I know the pathos . . .
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September 16, 2009 07:09 AM EDT --
changes we've yearned for
Madness passes, left you delighted
with a few drops of stolen freedom,
guiltless freedom which soon become clouds
of the last monsoon. Madness . . .
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