elementia

ambition, love, ambition

By Samiya Rasheed

Hours are not spent well in lethargy

nor in deep-seated exhaustion

Hours are rarely spent

more – lost


Sei la mia vita

By Abigail Cottingham

The boy from the apartment below yours writes you letters about the birds and calls you a sunset.

“Tu sei il sole del mio giorno.” You are the sunshine of my day.


4 a.m.

By Magda Werkmeister

a house can feel like a whole world

when you’re lying in your bed at 4 a.m.,

too early to rise in a coup against the lingering stars,

too late for the soft black of the backs of eyelids to last long enough,


Polaroids

By Anna Schmeer

Your polaroids next to my polaroids

Yours taken with your ‘new’ polaroid camera (1960)

Mine taken with my friend’s ‘new’ polaroid camera (2017)

Yours, yellowed, colors fading,

Mine, stark white with bold colors.


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