elementia
to love in a small town
By Isobel Lithere is a place of endless sky
where the stolid road stretches beneath your feet
virtuously
The Quiet of the Highway
By Elena UngerTonight Mom drives on black glass
one story below infinity.
Dad sits quietly
and I fold over in my sister’s lap,
her hand resting on my ribs
like a warm, pulsing shield.
The Listener
By Mehak KIt was my first day as a ‘listener’. On the speaking end was a sixty-three-year-old woman whose lover had abandoned her. Following her diagnosis of schizoid personality disorder and grief disorder in 1992, she had been to over twelve different psychotherapists.