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Non sequitur<\/strong><\/p>\n I always imagined icicles <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Kushal Poddar<\/strong>, widely published in several countries, presently lives at Kolkata and is editor of the online magazine Words Surfacing<\/em>. He authored The Circus Came To My Island<\/em> (Spare Change Press, Ohio), A Place For Your Ghost Animals<\/em> (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), and Understanding The Neighborhood<\/em> (BRP, Australia). His forthcoming venture is\u00a0 Scratches Within<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Non sequitur I always imagined icicles as frozen sighs. Once she asked me to commit a perfect crime. I sighed close to her heart. Winter. Ducks left our city. A role play tree howled brown leaves. I lit a fire. It was a non sequitur. Kushal Poddar, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12500","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12500","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12500"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12500\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12502,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12500\/revisions\/12502"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12500"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12500"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12500"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas frozen sighs.
\nOnce she asked me to commit
\na perfect crime.
\nI sighed close to her heart.
\nWinter. Ducks left our city.
\nA role play tree howled brown leaves.
\nI lit a fire.
\nIt was a non sequitur.<\/p>\n