Elementia issue 10



By Hannah McCann

Reading should never just be considered an option. A life without reading, not understanding words, only spots on a page, with the power to change worlds, but they’re dead without a voice, no meaning till they’re read.

Mother Fletcher

By Tripp Shertenlieb

Full-grown Harlem lady Eyes as black as night If caught in a situation Her decision would be right

Full-grown Harlem lady Welcomes every child If one makes a wrong decision They will be reconciled


By Skyler Pippin

I hate putting my family through pain If I could wrong my rights I would be sane Until that point I hang my head in shame

I wish not but blame myself

For what I did I know not Help They know I do have faith Even though I’m in this deep dark place


By Nancy Green

It was a bad day. Mysterious, Big Joe had a bad idea. He was going to ruin our street. Big Joe is a bad man.

I will stop him. I won’t let him do this. Everybody will hate him. I’m not just a little kid. I am going to take charge.


By Bryson Vanlandingham

My name is Peaches, I am not very fond of Big Joe, I think my mother deserves better than a man with dough. He is selfish, impatient, and acts like a child, Even though he helps people, and he has a very big smile. My mother deserves better than Mr.


By Micayla Gleaton

Angry and spiteful Attractive and very tall Yah I am a teen

Blood, White, and Blue: February 2003

By Catherine Strayhall

It’s been more than 30 years since Nam. It’s been about 20 years since the Wall went up, but this is my first time visiting it. Right now, my nephew, Robin, is headed to Kuwait, and probably soon, Iraq, for another war.


By Jackie Trammell

I want respect I need tough love I want freedom I need control I want to be wanted I need to be independent I want things I need nothing I want the high I need sobriety I want happiness I need reality I want no judgment I need the truth


By Jake Oltremari

I wish I was home I wish I was stoned I wish I was high

I wish I could succeed I wish I would try.


By Gage Oshman

I wish I had a tree house One to sit in all day with my spouse I would read to the leaves Feel my hair move with the breeze A tree supporting so much Like a caring father that does such The power to hold all Until it gets cold, and the leaves fall.

The End

By Michelle Chan

As children everything is pure Endless and pure As you age you notice the stars Burnt out memories light years away Only if you can see them Past your city lights and suburbs. In their memory we keep living on And amongst our betrayal and companions We grow into a wise ripe age that understands T


By Alexandra Miller

Turning book pages taking a journey, a mystical adventure

Lichtenburg Love

By Rachel Franklin

I used to tread over damp ground yet seek shelter from the rain. Those wilted lives, half-truths fed to half-lovers, are gone. The hollows of your cheeks are cracked like parched earth from years wasted needing me to kiss you. My storm-cloud eyes have found you under the tallest tree, wading in t

Crying for the Beauty

By Catherine Strayhall

With winter gone, she can THROW her window open wide With spring arriving, she can dance in bright SUNSHINE. This is what it is to LIVE without regret; To know she can NEVER FORGET, only move on. With BLUE above, so open, so clear and bright How wild and FREE she can be in no one’s sight. And as

In The Morning

By Elly Herman

In the morning, I open my eyes Sit up and stretch, and let out small cries. I wiggle my toes, and crinkle my nose, And get out of bed to the sound of rooster crows. I slip on my jeans, and my long furry coat, I creep downstairs and out to feed the goat. I live on a farm, with my uncle and aunt, I

The Endless Spirit

By Emily Hilderhof

A bright desire shines, wanting to be noticed. Throughout the day, she begins to lose hope, starting to diminish as if she were to disappear. Fading to nothing more than a shadow of what once was.

Call of the Unbiased

By Lauren McGrath

You see the clothes You see the hair You don’t see the person there. (You see a thing)

You don’t see the scars or bruises You don’t see the fragileness You see only what you want to see. (You don’t see a person with emotions)

The Tease

By Jackie Trammell

The chase reels me in. You lie and fake me out till the end. I hope and pray that you will be true. But you let me down. Screw you.

These Are My Friends

By Portia Miller

I am me They are them, Three halves make a whole. They are the oddballs Nerds and geeks. People with voices in their heads And we love being weird. We’re none of your labels, And yet . . . all of them.

Welcome to my family

The Mistake Girl

By Portia Miller

The mistake girl is in the corner, Facing the wall, Counting how many cracks are in the cheap, Thinning plaster. Trying desperately and Failing to block out her mother’s voice. Seductive, Setting a price.

The Tigros

By Sophia Daniel

They are dangerous and frightening, Like a strike of lightning. You have to watch out, Because they can black you out. You try to hold back, Until the police come attack. Watch out they’re coming, Just like lightning is stunning. Can you make it through? So nothing happens to you? You can do it,

Larry, 50

By Samuel Pankey

His music will dance around you And pour into your heart They will run around the rooms And jump around the walls He will bake his notes in emotions For you to taste You will never want to leave His house of soul

Angela, 10 Singer

By Greta Pereira

Out of my mouth Comes a beautiful song All of Harlem Sings along In the church Bells ring Saluting our friend, Big Joe, they sing The world dances to The sweet sound The best is the Earth’s pulse, all around When I stop It is still Except for wind weaving Through the streets and hills In the town

Leroy Brown, 55 Band Leader

By Connor O’Brien

My pulse rises when we begin to play “Amazing Grace” and “One More River to Cross” This is where I belong Playing with the All-Star Stompers all day long I hope they play on my dying day


By Chris Farrell

I live on the streets I don’t have a pillow or sheets I’ve been arrested many times All for stolen goods worth only pennies and dimes I have to steal to survive Even though I don’t really thrive But I’m still me And that’s JT

Freddy Deceased & Homeless

By Chad Roberts

Freddy oh Freddy Is an alcoholic He will beg you to lend him spare change, To grab an ice cold beer at the bar. He will never be quiet! He is underground laying in a coffin. Freddy oh Freddy.

Mother Fletcher

By Ashley Ruckman

My skin dark as a winter’s midnight, Tiny body as delicate as morning light. As worn as dusty books on the attic floor, Don’t expect things to happen on their own anymore. My eyes like coal in a lifeless fireplace, Beneath a dark and bony face.

Poor Great-Great-Grandmother

By Calla Hinderks

A creaking windowpane, Pelted with snow, Reflecting light onto the dusty, deep brown floor. The rooms seems to sigh, pained with age, Abandoned; left waiting, The cold is kept at bay by a single lamp, Filling the small space with warmth. A cracked oven door clicks open, Spreading the aroma of bee

Old Woman

By Greta Pereira

When I look at myself I see Harlem reflected back at me A great city with A great history When I look at myself, I see the roads I have traveled To get here, and though they took a while, In the map of wrinkles in my face They are long, but lead to a smile When I look at myself, In the dark pool

Growing Old

By Hunter Woosley

I used to be young, Running around Harlem having fun. But now I grow old, And the angels are calling.

Time to go home, Time to go home.

Leaving the ones that I love, And meeting the ones that I have lost. Going home at last Knowing that I am done.