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Driftwood

By Isabelle Shachtman

She whispers in my ear when hugging me

I want to stay here forever

I don’t want to go



I’m driftwood

I don’t ever stay for long

But I don’t have the strength to pull away


Without Heaven

By Ada Heller

I know

that when I die

I’ll sink into the soil

Be eaten by all the things I’ve eaten

Become the dirt for all to walk upon

I know that my thoughts are just neurons firing

That my heart is a collection of molecules


Goosebumps and Gummy Bears

By Gillian Knaebel

I am from hard worn leather beneath my feet.

Watching my second home from my favorite place,

4 feet above the ground.

From sounds of gymnastics filling my ears

to a layer of chalk and sweat that coats everything from my


Stage 4 Homesickness

By Caden Pearson

There’s a question in her blue, misty eyes.

His don’t answer.