elementia
loop pedal
By Ava Shropshirereverbs of rhythm surround me, and
the aftermath of melodies float – circling my existence.
my thoughts are still, as my fingers
gently pluck the strings of my fender strat.
Night in July
By Abigail SwansonThe fountain reflects light
onto the face of the library downtown.
We went there once, a long time ago.
It still glows.
Took note of the swept-out aisles
in the wavering light that shines through the windows.
So empty, so quiet.
A volume fallen down in Biographies.
Paradise Drive
By Kayla BrethauerTurquoise vinyl siding
a green darker than any Carolina marsh.
Twenty steps up to the front door.
Fifteen more to the bedrooms.
Will the luggage make it to its destination?