elementia
Wordsmith
By Maddie Joneswords
like amorphous chunks of metal
they rest on a shelf in my brain
and beg to be molded
I long to hold them in the
fire of my skull
till they are soft and malleable
An Open Letter to Joseph Conrad
By Jess HolmesDear Mr. Uber-Goth,
I don’t pretend to understand the intricacies within the mind of any literary genius, but I’ve got to let it out...your endless pessimism is bringing me down.
Losing Lila
By Jessica SutterIt looked a bit like Lila, but it wasn’t Lila. I don’t know why people say that when someone dies they look like they’re sleeping. Her skin was dull grey and colder than ice. Her long body lay limp and heavy on the stainless steel table. Her clothes were dirty and rumpled.