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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 13:00:48 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:date>2009-12-30T13:00:48Z</dc:date>
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    <dc:rights>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</dc:rights>
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      <title>The simple Gardener</title>
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   The Gardener   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 The gardener, with an indifferent field; 
 with a fistful piquant seeds analyzes 
 probability. A village, a company, 
 an existence or existences depend . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 01:08:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-21T01:08:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Columns of faith</title>
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      <description>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 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:54:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-18T00:54:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Renaissance</title>
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      <description>cremation pier   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 
 A white symbol, the river is reflected 
 
 
 on those clouds. We watch a boat carrying our minds 
 
 
 over to the other side as we bury 
 
 
 our corpses. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 00:55:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-17T00:55:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Immortality of father and mother</title>
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  Immortality of a carroty sky  
 
 
 (To Richard Lynn LIvesay) 
 
 This is the turn where we end. We leave the death buried. 
 I look at you, bewildered with my immortality. 
 What would you . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:55:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-10T00:55:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>~I, a thief</title>
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  I, a thief  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 Shades of a wrong lie on a still road. 
 November clouds; the smoke of evening 
 is a whisper you hears I scream, 
 I have come across a famine, a flood 
 and now . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 00:56:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-09T00:56:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Life of a winter</title>
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      <description>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 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 01:36:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977932692&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-06T01:36:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Symbiosis In A Brotherhood</title>
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 Both are dedicated to my brother, Robert 
 
  Fraternity  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 
 My brother is off to some seashore 
 
 
 with cold water and warm sands. Warmer 
 
 
 something may propose him to . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 10:53:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977931951&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-05T10:53:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Simple life and death</title>
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      <description>  
 
  Surreal corridor  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 
 “However”, says the naysayer; 
 
 
 ‘however’ has always been his 
 
 
 way to end a sentence which will 
 
 
 fly like a mesmerized . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 01:44:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-02T01:44:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Affair with a dead poet*</title>
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   Affair with a dead poet   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 
 Vital blood of a fountain pen on the floor; 
 
 
 dead muse from a century before flips, turns 
 
 
 as the wind blows. Saliva dribbles down . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:14:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-01T02:14:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Rich cousin's marriage</title>
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 Hate soaks a piece of cloth in water 
 with love she applies it on my head. 
   
 Twitches her mouth. She says that I have made 
 her face these trying times . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 12:13:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-30T12:13:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Toy economics</title>
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      <description>Zen economics   
 
 
    
 
    
 
 Blankness. Blankness. 
 A brief pause. 
 Blankness once more. 
   
 They urge me to buy 
 an one way ticket 
 as a therapy. 
 Actually if 
 Mr. Magellan . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 12:49:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-27T12:49:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Snowstorm</title>
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   Scratched memoir of mom   
 
 
 A phone somewhere; the night is just scratched. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Blurred vision of the sun walks out of 
 
 
 that scratch as if the star was not sure 
 
 
 what . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 15:24:48 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-24T15:24:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>On Fallen Knees</title>
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      <description>We had it all 
 The greatest love 
 And a picture perfect family 
 What happened I'll never know 
 But whatever it was tore a hole between you and me 
   
 I'm down on my knees 
 I don't want to . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 23:08:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Taken by the Guy I Love 5*15*09 L.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-16T23:08:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>silence and sympathy~</title>
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      <description>  
 
   taste of the relatives   
 
 
 The preserves she brought taste akin to 
 
 
 the tongue of flame, green college boys, sweet, sour 
 
 
 and briny. Advises are the same. Lead 
 
 
 a life . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 01:37:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-11T01:37:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>words caught in aphotograph</title>
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      <description>  
 
   words caught in a photograph 
   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 Onomatopoeic words scatter 
 with your entrance. Pose with a flower; 
 sit on the table before a glass 
 half filled with milk. Search love. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 01:39:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977891565&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-09T01:39:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A host of fireflies</title>
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      <description>  
   
 
   Sonnet for a host   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 Wings spread from one ear of the sky to the other; 
 the snowy egret flying. We have talked about 
 Shelly; talked about weather; whether you . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:33:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-02T01:33:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Neatly passionate (MWE)</title>
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      <description>  
 
  N eatly  p assionate 
 
 By 
 Kushal Poddar 
 I 
 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 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 10:33:52 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977868988&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-25T10:33:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Lonely Girl</title>
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      <description>Promises swirl through her head 
 The ones he made 
 The ones he never kept 
 She should be used to it 
 Two faced guys 
 Yet she still cries 
 Her heart still bleeds 
   
 She ran away from home . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 18:47:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977860353&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Taken by the Guy I Love 5*15*09 L.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-19T18:47:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Houseold of the sunflowers</title>
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      <description>  
 
   haiku for granny   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 
 rain drops on the sun 
 
 
 they bring the heads together 
 
 
 sunflowers 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 © 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 01:38:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977854057&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-15T01:38:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Of bones and love</title>
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      <description>Insane bones  
 
 Van Gogh went away before I knew him well. 
 Yesterday I finally understood him 
 over a goblet of blood and a shared 
 feelings of the burns of insanity. 
   
 In the basement . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 01:46:07 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-10-06T01:46:07Z</dc:date>
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      <title>New block in the blood</title>
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      <description>New block in the blood  
 
 The sound of sob makes you attentive; 
 a new neighborhood; you fear others 
 and cannot fathom their angst, pathos. 
   
 Unpacked boxes fill corners. Curtains . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 12:14:59 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977823128&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-23T12:14:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>incautious adventures</title>
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      <description>  
 
  incautious adventures  
 
 The birdbath has a lonely crow 
 with the dark and wet feathers 
 of the one who survives. 
   
 She talks with the panes, talks in 
 cellphones with the cautious . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 13:22:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977821773&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-22T13:22:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>woman seated in blue</title>
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      <description>  
 
  woman seated in blue by Cezanne  
 
 
  (  To  R ichard  B )  
 
 Chirping comes from outside; if tiredness 
 would have been a cloth, she would drop it 
 on a blue seat. Cezanne might have . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 11:01:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977817309&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-18T11:01:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Elegies for Chana, beloved</title>
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   Elegy   
 
   
 Evening comes with homing birds. 
 The flying wings are slowing down. 
 Memories want to fill the gaps 
 at this moment; hunt for pieces 
 scattered in a room we visit . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 11:19:02 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977806961&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-09-10T11:19:02Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Killer, a domestic pet</title>
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      <description>Dr. Jekyll’s domestic pet  
 
 
 Demons are, mon ami, 
 
 
 legendary cowards. 
 
 
 Demons are, legends say, 
 
 
 residing within us… 
 
   
 The tickle of blood abides gravity; . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 11:10:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-23T11:10:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Road kills at seventy-five K.M./hour</title>
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      <description>  
 
   Road kills at seventy-five K.M./hour   
 
 
 The gleaming grass and two inquisitive squirrels 
 
 
 we pass them all, we pass the corpse of a dog 
 
 
 at seventy five K.M. per hour. Only . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 11:00:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-22T11:00:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Jean, Jean -- the Salsa QUEEN!</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977781448&amp;grpId=3659174697252365&amp;nav=Groupspace</link>
      <description>(Note: The concert mentioned in the article below took place on July 10th. Since I haven't been able to post here on Gather since July 3rd, this is first opportunity I've had to tell you all about it. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 17:35:57 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Jean, just the teensiest bit odd, F.</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-20T17:35:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>the girl missed the last train</title>
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      <description>t he girl missed the last train     
 
 
     T   he last train passes the verdant signal.  
 
 
  Missing it by a whisker rattles nerves.  
 
 
  Nothing more happens in earth and heaven  
 
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 10:53:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-06T10:53:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Hey... run, soul run (Don’t ask where)</title>
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      <description>R un, soul run (Don’t ask where)  
 
 When the train has passed, you can still see them, 
 coming, sweaty with the long chase and noon. 
 As we are turning our head, running 
 again my eyes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 11:32:39 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-08-04T11:32:39Z</dc:date>
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