elementia
More Bleach, More Problems
By Hailey AlexanderBleach blonde braids fall across my shoulders
as caramel curls caress my cheeks all for the low, low price
of my life’s savings and a bottle of bleach
Arcimboldo’s The Librarian
By Kayla WiltfongHis shoulders are square;
But they are not shoulders.
They are the sharp corners
Of heavily bound volumes
Whose covers are pristine.
His hair is voluminous;
But it is not hair.
It is simply a volume
The Day the Woodpecker Landed on Me
By Isabel NeeIt was a scorchingly hot summer day in June when I walked up toward the house from the barn, heading toward the old cedar tree near the house. The tree had bird feeders hanging on it, and probably I was going to check the feeders to see how much seed they had in them.