elementia
Still Life
By Haley Renee BornI’m sitting in the middle of nowhere, on a hill looking toward the horizon. No tripod, just crossed legs and my elbows resting on my knees, holding an old camera filled with darkroom film.
The Heaven We’ve Been Slouching Toward Is Not the Heaven
By Haley Renee BornI feel that if I move from this spot I will die. But I take a step forward and don’t.
Forgive me father for I have sinned.
HOUSE FIRE, ONLY ONE VICTIM, WHAT WAS SHE SAVING?
By Annie BarryEmbers in my hair, black dust getting to my lungs. Red, yellow, purple, blue fire in front of me, behind me, beside me. Above and below me. Within me.
Behind the Glass
By Olivia DannerIt’s 10 pm on a cold-for-California winter night, and there’s nothing I want to do more than to leave the ice cream shop. I drag the mop along the floor behind me, letting its weight act as an excuse for my lack of movement.