There once was a guy named Jim
Whose pickings were very slim
So he went to a whore
Begged her for more
And made her have sex with him.

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by Julie Brennan

Love
can be as fleeing as a sunset,
or as everlasting as the mountains.
It can be as deep as the oceans,
or as simple as a single grain of sand.
Love
can be as hot as a live volcano,
or as refreshing as a rain shower.
No one
should ever close their eyes to certain beauties
or deny teh existence of such majesty.
Life is too brief
to not experience this world
and look upon a nother human
with the instinctive nature
to love them.
So,
before the sun sets,
the mountains crumble,
the oceans dry
and the sand becomes mud;
before the volcano grows dormant
and the rain ceases its fall,
promis me
that you will love.

Centerfuge
By Rick Snee

This morning, I tested Galileo.

Contrary to the lessons in musty texts,
I retreated from my coffee-scented room,
Positioned myself in the center-axis
Of red brick and concrete, locking my feet in
Place, stared determinedly into the darkness;
I resolved to not move.

And as I watched, the darkness shifted into
Shades of blue, yielding rooflines and smoke plumes,
And the stars--light cast millions of years into the void
Just to test the scribbling from distant graves.
Standing, I pointed back: the solitary
Finger in an empty, lifeless scene.

Clouds were born into the ever-lightening sky,
Birds gave song and flitted to greener branches,
And trees stepped out from their mortared enclosures;
Some stars faded, sifted from the night sky with
This lone tendril from the earth, but still others
Crashed headlong into the jagged horizon.

I checked the symmetrical cracks in the pavement--
Proved it against my boots' yellow stitches--
And I kept my promise; I did not flinch at
The yet unproven forces of my and our
Natural being--to shift, to change, to lift,
To cast a net into the vastness to discover--

And, yet, I moved.