A Poem
"Je m'enfou" she said with her
sultry brown eyes as she took a sip
of capucino and me looking at
her reflection in the glass tabletop and
I envied her so I looked away and
said "Porquoi?". "Je ne suis qu'ime
fille mortelle. Avant de mourir il faut que
je vivrai comme les Olympians." her lips
moving every which way as she pronounced
each word with care and thought for that
I envied her too so I closed my ears to
her being there we sat until we finished
the capucino and left walking through streets
of cobblestones and rain. "Les Olympians
n'existent plus." I stabbed her three days
later I went to her funeral
and poured mead over
her lips and eyes and I
envied the sweetness of her face.
Ingrid Scholz
I want so badly for someone to fall m love with me.
Then again. I've always set xmreasonable goals.
I see lovers kiss and smile and argue then make up.
I want so badly to fall in love.
Krys Wood
Almost a year ago.
You said you loved me
though we never danced
And I do, yes I do.
But fools do differ.
You went away, far away
and I did too.
You gave little, lost nothing (but my trust)
In the cold I returned and heard
the wind sing.
Almost a ye£ir ago.
You said you loved me.
Though we'll never dance,
I still do, yes I do.
Sadly, some fools never change.
Almost a year ago.
You thought I wanted you
to follow me.
And I did, yes I did.
But fools do differ.
You had the moon on your head
I, in my head.
You led me by the hand, across the lake
In the fog. I returned and heard
fairies sing.
Ingrid Scholz
Flying birds above the treetops
do you know where heaven is? Among the leaves,
among the people
hurried footsteps fading fast. Swiftly moving, y
with freedom . ,
aU is well high in the sky. Lead the way to joy and
splendor
perfect peace is where you are. Eat from berrie
trees, eat flowers nature is home divine.
Champs
There was a lust in his eyes as he accosted me shile
I swallowed your Kamekazi so that you couldn't
get sick of it or drunk and he says he thinks I'm
pretty while I'm contemplating leaving these intoxicated
children but then I caught the look in the waitress' eye
and I knew the bar would close so it didn't
matter anymore this dUapidated version of Heaven
in Hell was closing its gates and the babes
(for babes they were drooling Uquor on their pretty sweaters)
would return to their cradles and sleep dreamlessly.
Ingrid Scholz
W. B. Browne