elementia
Dirty Sponges
By Peter MombelloThe tabletop
Dirty
With years of paint.
A paint knife
A sponge
A cup of water
The only things that remove years of memories
A fresh palate
Orange watercolor
Pink tempura
Black acrylic
On the Drive Home
By Grace Wilcoxwhite road lines merging under
our worn out tires,
taking us away
the radio vibrates with
noise over the homeless
man on the curb,
boombox over stereo
used to be versions of me
over what we’re left with
The Sweet Curse of Nostalgia
By Sankara “Le prince heritier” Olama-YaiI love the smell of cigarette smoke
Not because I’m a smoker, I love the smell because
It takes me back, back to the piss stained streets
That raised me, where the overwhelming aroma
Of freshly lit cigarettes plagued the air