elementia
The Graveyard
By Jessa Boutteshe walks
head bent against the cold
and the weight of grief
shoving her down
Beyond the Final Umbra
By Zac StowerA thousand stark crosses
Plotted on a green hill
Once moving a thousand miles an hour
Now stand still.
At life’s bloody terminus
We are told they are the purest of all of us
The rolling front blending together
Pictures
By Carly HassenstabPolice tape lines the yard
I walk past
Baby blue house in cookie-cutter neighborhood
I look down and it says welcome
I quickly step in and close the door
so the camera flashes don’t glimpse inside