elementia
A Blessing or The Victory of Another Eighty-Two Years
By Molly HatesohlI remember Pauline Miller. Before she moved,
She lived in an understated, light green, box of house
on Raldoph Avenue.
She lived there for a long time.
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