elementia
Leap of Faith
By Mary RueschoffTwirling
Twirling-Twirling
Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage
The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.
No Graphite
By Lindsay LuchinskyFrom his lips
To the paper,
To the teacher,
To the air,
To my mind that will not recall.
Tickled Truffle
By Lindsay LuchinskyA thought may amble a bit ‘till it trips to a halt,
‘till it ticks up a halt and a half.
Slams to a door and whatever blue-black residue flirts with the hinges,