elementia issue 13
Arcimboldo’s The LibrarianBy Kayla Wiltfong
His shoulders are square;
But they are not shoulders.
They are the sharp corners
Of heavily bound volumes
Whose covers are pristine.
Excerpt from Breed: The Girl of FireBy Sarah Ault
I was age twelve when I first drew her.
The Day the Woodpecker Landed on MeBy Isabel Nee
It was a scorchingly hot summer day in June when I walked up toward the house from the barn, heading toward the old cedar tree near the house. The tree had bird feeders hanging on it, and probably I was going to check the feeders to see how much seed they had in them.
Last DanceBy Kaitlyn O’Neal
There are only three rules for survival: no contact with meat, dairy, or humans. He’s already broken two of them.
Subject: PassionBy Jessie Hovis
Breathing in. The lungs expand, chest tight. The air catches in my throat. Breathing out. The air slithers out, my eyes going, facing the paper. It is blank, void of anything but a red line and blue lines. My mind is already at work. What is it going to be?
A Snapshot Love StoryBy Libby Rorh
A girl sits at a table in front of a coffee shop, eyeing the charming boy lounging next to her. They observe one another as if their friends don’t exist, his eyes catching hers like a blue wave crashing on the beach. “Well, I’m not ordinary.”
The Girl with the Sunset EyesBy Allison Glaser
The girl with the sunset eyes and the boy with hands like glass.
He fell in love with her because she was so beautiful when she cried.
He hated to see her in tears, but when she cried, streaks of blue and orange and yellow and pink fell down her cheeks.
The Eyes of Mermaid DreamsBy Natasha Vyhovsky
On sad days,
his eyes tell me stories –
stories of pain,
They hold within them soft, grey clouds after April afternoon storms.
But the sky is bright without the sun,
because it is never truly gone.
My Record Player and YouBy Tasia Jewel
My record player- The warm sound of “Ultraviolence” circling through my room like nothing I’ve ever heard before. Connected with the music.
You look at me and you soon know my entire story, a story of sadness turned into bliss but only because of you- connected
Maybe This is GoodbyeBy Sasha Baldwin
Quite a lot to say but such little time,
We are all stuck in the crime of rhythm and rhyme.
Forgive my silence, my pen is running dry.
Don't know if I'll make it but I can promise to try.
The MelodyBy Saadia Siddiqua
Standing alone, solo
In the darkest shadows
She would pour her forte emotion into piano whispers
Although she is afraid now, her goal never blurs
Joy Still LeftBy Ryan Mackey
A old man beyond salvation
slumps on the ground
and prepares for his end.
He starts listing what he doesn’t have
beyond the point of coming back
but he still has one joy.
He has a motivation to keep going
Fire and PowderBy Robyn Peterson
“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.”
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
tidal wavesBy Olivia Humphrey
Some of my hobbies include:
and looking into your brown eyes until I fear that I just might lose myself inside of them.
A few of my favorite activities are:
One Step CloserBy Molly Langdon
It burns deep inside
every drop that runs down
your back as you ignore the pain
correction after correction
being told you aren’t good enough for it
Coffee CupsBy Maya Bluitt
I'm not sure if the glass is half empty or half full.
Coffee shops leave me homesick for 8 minute drives to your cul-de-sac, to your arms; you're always busy.
Hope Never FadesBy Mason Herrington
I am a strong young man exhausted from my ways
I’ve been in eleven facilities but nothing ever seemed to change
Until one day I felt his grace and heard it say
Come to me my child and I will take it all away…
Leap of FaithBy Mary Rueschoff
Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage
The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.
No GraphiteBy Lindsay Luchinsky
From his lips
To the paper,
To the teacher,
To the air,
To my mind that will not recall.
Tickled TruffleBy Lindsay Luchinsky
A thought may amble a bit ‘till it trips to a halt,
‘till it ticks up a halt and a half.
Slams to a door and whatever blue-black residue flirts with the hinges,
flirts with the hinges:
A hiccup frame for the ghost words you never said
Balcony WishesBy Lauren Blood
The sky was an abyss of gloom,
As the trees billowed in the breath of the wind.
The stars sang secrets to the moon,
Above a castle holding lovers within.
An age-old monarch was outraged by his daughter’s betrayal,
Signs of LifeBy Julia Wakefield
The form of letters slop and curve on a page
like a human body.
White paper, bare skin,
The line of a belt below a belly button:
the line of a notebook just below a sentence.
It Starts With MeBy Hannah Greer
The insistent decision that
The world is beyond repair because
No longer will
Human nature fix these things.
Negativity and pessimism
Invade the land of
Enthusiasm and assurance.
The problems remain
People make choices,
Finding PassionBy Hailey DeWolfe
I am looking,
Through windows and doors,
Looking at trees and between the shores
For that spark.
The little thing that ignites souls ablaze
Propels emotion to heights unknown
Cultivates thoughts hidden.