elementia
dad
By Lauren Yokshyou are like the sun:
oblivious to time’s existence
wake up at noon to eat dessert
and watch television reruns.
you are sleepless nights
and grease stained fingers
covered in cuts and bruises and scabs.
you are like the war
Clock Work
By Kahill PerkinsLike clockwork revaluations to new forgotten ideas lined up in my mind like young adult novels on my ratty old grey bookcases, I live stories lined up in many different tenses dog-eared identities taking place in crises fueled hourglass clocks, if there is one thing I’ll never run ou
Bloodlines
By Ayush PanditMy blood is not pure.
Siphoned through custom it puddles as an unholy poison.
A mixture between castes that courses sin through my veins
Broken tradition seeps through my marrow
and pools black in the hardened pupils of my grandmother
A Living Anachronism
By Amanda PendleyAs the years go by and we outgrow our old faces and our old skin and our old identities,
I wonder to myself if we are really becoming new people at all,
or if we are simply just accumulating more years and more selves