elementia

disillusioned revolutions

By Hailey Alexander

The clock glares at me,

with the steady

accusations

of her hands –

Where will you be

In an hour,

 In a day,

 In a year?


An Ode to My Innocence

By Kathryn Malnight

You ruffled dress.

You lip glossed, 

clean tongued, classy individual.


PLAY

By Dawson Holloway

Jim didn’t plan on leaving his birthday party. He didn’t even plan on leaving the building, going outside – he saw Barry the Polka Bull walk out the door, and it stayed hanging just open, calling to him.


Where I’m From

By Ahna Chang

I am from the nail polish in my room,

From holographic glitter and high heels.

I am from the toys on the ground

(rainbow, soft, Sasha never picks them up.)

I am from cacti pricking my fingers,

From shopping and thanksgiving,


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