elementia
Alone in a Cabin I Think of What Led Me Here
By Ayesha AsadWas it the way the leaves fell,
streamlined, as I burst
bawling onto greenery,
or the first time sunlight peeked
through dark branches overhead—
or the reddish-purple skin
stretched over my sleeping body,
Let the Rain Keep Falling
By Ayesha AsadLet the Rain Keep Falling
O birthplace rain I take what I can from
your mouth, delivering myself
from spring seeds,
wetting my tongue
Cigarette Constellations
By Avalon LeeThe ink darkens, leeching my energy as I trace an index over the text. A rejection letter from California Institute of the Arts, and best regards. No better than every other art academy who also shelved my portfolio.
The letter lands neatly in the bin. I stalk to my studio.
claymation in six scenes
By Christine Baekclaymation in six scenes.
1.
Margaret finds out she is made of clay when she presses into the crook of her elbow and pulls the flesh right off.
2.