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Update for 05.13.08:

Male Model by Phil Doran

Set to Replay by Willie Smith

Backsliding by Cynthia Ruth Lewis

Tree by G. David Schwartz

05.05.08:

Disintegration by Don Hucks

Five Feet and Building by Joel Van Noord

Grocery Aisle by Richard Lighthouse

Cross the Road by Ashok Niyogi

04.29.08:

Lookalikes by Phil Doran

Dinner by Brandi Wells

The Modern Covenant by Daniel E. Wilcox

Death by Onions by Michael Frissore

04.21.08:

Future's Children by Kimberly Raiser

Identity Theft by George Anderson

The Datists by Adam Engel

A Great Deal of Money by Justin Hyde

04.14.08:

Mr. Papaya and Dale by Eric Suhem

California by Caroline Imreibe

Aftermath of Vehement Argument #1,068 by Cynthia Ruth Lewis

Trip-Hammer Vitality by Lisa Nickerson

04.07.08:

The Florence of Basel, or Why Readers of Nietzsche Need to Read Burckhardt by Jeff Crouch

Slideshow by Miles J. Bell

Friends of the Poet by Sean C. Bowen

Picture Perfect by Leah Baldwin

03.24.08:

The Streak by Jeremy Hendrix

Grab Your Butts by Emme Hor

Far Away by Ashok Niyogi

Staring Down a White-Tailed Doe by Aleathia Drehmer

03.17.08:

The Hairbrush by Vernard Kennedy

Dog Days of Winter by Niall Berkeley

Poem From My Grave by Michael Lee Johnson

Mashed Potatoes and Hamburgers by Matt Finney

03.10.08:

Hard Work by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Jetty Cake Pigs by J.D. Nelson

I'm Quiet in Bed by Moctezuma Johnson

Tequila Shakes by Richard Lighthouse

When We Define Love

by Kristin Blank

The man that I chose
makes me cry
with music and words
when I'm trying to do a paper.
There are not many times
when weeping is happy.

But this is what he can do.

(When we define love
we define it
by tears prompted by
gratefulness.)

We have differences:
he can make a tape
without cutting off a song
and I, absent-minded professor,
run run run to the edge,
falling off.

This is why we work.

(When we define love
we define it
by 'I, I will be king,
and you, you will be queen.')

Let this be known:
we have made an existence
that not many of you could handle.
We will find the answers
to questions you have not asked.

This is the mission, bro.

(When we define love
we define it
by the Dewey decimal sorting of
collective knowledge.)

For all the years
shaking and breaking down alone,
all the years in bathrooms alone,
all the chemicals ingested to chase away
myself,
he is the antidote.

(When we define love
we define it
by the strong arms that stop
the world machine.)

We will work our way
through this
trouble
in
the
heartland
and you will be amazed.

(When we define love
we define it
by not giving in.)

Darling. If you ever think
I don't understand.
Stop. Stop. I do. I do.

______________________________________
Kristin Blank is a Renaissance woman. She is the vocalist for Sing the Evens, Play the Odds. She writes the underground comic Hate Your Friends. In her spare time, she likes to curb stomp triflin' fools.

posted 12.12.05.

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