Did I ever tell you
about the high school
lunches I ate for
six years?-Pastebread bread
containing a lonesome slice of

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What Hungry I Ate for Lunch
Catherine Cronin

A needle in an album pops and shifts
as Stardust drones, circulating
the classical guitar and twangy voice.
The speakers encased in wood grain
and coarse cloth that protects the cones.

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Thirty Three Revolutions
Patrick Attaway

picking plums ripe with summer's blush
my hands tremble
the fruit quivers in my fingers
a gnat flies into my nose and i sputter,
the plum plunks to the ground

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Plums
Nadia Leiby

Crumpled skin.
Maybe
A double chin.
Years go by
As the earth spins.

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THE HUNT
Diego Meyreles

I keep the things you gave me
in a drawer but rarely reflect
on their presence in the two
weeks I had you or the next
two weeks when you pulled away.

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The Shrew in a Drawer
Patrick Attaway

Speaking to the fog, I light the candle,
the last possession death afforded me
before walking away from the mist.
It was January, so that afternoon
was brisk in the cloud's blockade.

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Talking to Fog
Patrick Attaway

Far beyond the galaxies unknown,
You are the moon that rises and shines.
I, being a constellation,
Humbly surround you.
I radiate upon your radiation,

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Allure of the Cosmos
LAKSHMI RAJESH

Oh, mind,

You are the veritable bow

That uses devotion as main string,

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Acall to the mind
raghunathan t.k.

Sadness and happiness
Thatís all I can differentiate
Into my moods
In one I get deranged
To the edge of things

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Night Under Insomnia
Vineet Sharma