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January 26,1990 The Lance ■Uill & Tnk Page 5 reaction My toes freeze, my shoulders contract, my spine cramps, I shrink. My cheeks red, my knuckles white, nails dug in deep, ears throb. Small seedling of fury swirls, roots brushing my heart. Predictability fertilizes soil of flesh and blood. Vines shoot up, smothering and choking. Buds develop, ready to flower. Trembling under force of life, the first flash of colour there. Exploding into a myriad of reds and yellows, full blossoms surfacing. The fruits well-known, I sigh, letting everything go up in smoke in the good tradition of love and hate. Ingrid A.W. Scholz January 9 th, 1990 The thunder crashed above our heads. The lightening flashed before our eyes. The waves crashed about out feet, and the salty air filled our nostrils, as our hands clasped together. The rain splashed on our faces. The sand sank with each step. The sun fell down behind the horizon, as our lips met once again. My eyes looked at his, his eyes looked toward the sky, his hand turned cold, and mine dropped away. He turned his head, as tears ran down my face. I watched his footprints, as he w 'ked away. Then 1 tui >ed and left my memor ;s in the sand. Anonymous La La Le, La La Loo. Out on the sea Heading out for the deep blue I spy the gleam, the glint of a silvered back. The arc of an oft-remembered dream Showing mortals what we lack. LaTeO La Te Ya- me Trapped in a silent land of snow Where silence deafens every hopeful ray The sunlight returns to burn a hole in the sun. The sun has learned ‘hat the land will allow the moon or none. Janna Bee We reallyought to free ourselves from the seduction of words." -Friedrich Nietzsche SEDUCTIONS sweet seduction sweaty words that work breathe, pant pull and stretch in need-time straining slipping off the tongue into the salty crevices of ears seething seduction salty words that bite, sting the skin wrench the eyes to tears the heart to horrors in pretense of some purification bitter seduction biting words that boast bark break the spirit and stain the soul like a coward's kiss sweet wicked seduction sour words that turn and tvdst the tongue to lies laced in dark deceptions and fouler stenches sometimes seduction words that work lead mislead prey upon us like predators bleed us till we dry up cuddling and castrating our meaning the mutations ot mouths -like kisses sweet seductions precursors of hunger Jennifer Hitch MY MISTAKE Now 1 know what love is. It’s nothing that we've got. Love is suffering in silence but... Love is also communicating Love is feelings You remember, those things we ignored Love is caring and warmth but... Love is also pain and hurt Love is many things None of which we are Love is innocent and playful but... Love is not cunning nor sly Love plays no games, but that is all we do Janna Bee The tree on my island touches the sky - and if I climbed it I know I would end up at the beginning again. dga
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