elementia issue 8

The Wish Garden: an excerpt

By Andie Davidson

A mindless leaf fluttered out of nowhere and perched on my sandaled foot. In the distance, a disorganized medley of birdsong made up an unrehearsed orchestra. Idyllic as it was, I was in the middle of a fairly typical snapshot of spring.

Past Memories: an excerpt

By Grant Hampton Glover

“Hostile vehicle moving to desired location, ”Ryan heard his spotter and put his handheld bible back into his shirt pocket. Ryan’s face was smeared with camouflage paint, and his rifle was covered in a rifle wrap, with his Ghillie suit covering the rest of his body.

Hot Blood Underground

By Ayah Abdul-Rauf

He is anchored to the cold room’s center
By metallic, unused fetters
Reluctance is his parapet and it’s likely to collapse
He lies amidst rusted traps
He is the first catch.

The Comet

By Holden Meier

Billions of miles away, the Oort Cloud orbited the Sun in silence. The cloud, consisting of thousands upon thousands of chunks of ice and rock, formed the edge of the Solar System, millions of miles past Neptune.

The Voice of Desperate Hearts

By Bailey Tulloch

Among the freezing breeze of swastikas,
The only awakened robot
Was the word of the innocent.


She was of three hearts,
Like a sphinx,
Child, escapist, and thief.


I Would Say...

By Hannah Jenkins

I would say that by noon my
Heart really knew my purpose
My goals, the plan for rescue.
I would say that it’s better
To never regret, never take back,
Try not to be a brat.
I know that life is better when
One is not alone.

Every Bit as Dark as You

By Blaire Lauren Ginsburg

Just as wild and just as true,
I’m every bit as dark as you.
I would not show it on my face,
But I’ve learned your secret, silent grace.
Your gait is sure as the day is fair
And filled with ling’ring subtle air,
But I won’t let it fool me so;


By Lauren McGrath

Melodies of pandemonium
Fill my ears with a silent hum
Black is everything we have found
White is everything without sound
And as lunacy ensues without ceasing
And pain takes hold without releasing
Swirling colors cease to blend


By Angela Clem

Even now that she’s gone they won’t stop moving and knocking, I wanted to say How could you say that you love her when you won’t leave her alone, and Darl knows it and instead he sets fire to the goddamn barn. The goddamn barn.


By Michelle Chan

Falling , falling down to earth
toward the place I was given birth
I close my eyes and count to three
A sad requiem for an unknown dream.
Why is it that people of this nation
Are only in it for the fascination?
Always on the run

The Evanescent

By Paige Bergan

Every so often there are nights when the veil between worlds is so gauzy and thin, that travel from one to the next can happen as easily as crossing a bridge. Some of these nights follow the rigid calendar journey of the earth, moon, and sun.

What He Carries

By Kristen Zuchowski

He carries his equipment
He carries his uniform
He carries his ammunition
And his weapons
But he carries much more
He carries his heart
His memories
Though most importantly
He carries his bandana with Psalm 91 printed on it

Storm's Song

By Katie Fisher

“Come on, Jenny, you might beat me this time,” David teases trying to coax me into running with him after work. Yeah right, I couldn’t beat him even if he was missing a leg. It’s not like I am slow or anything, it’s just that David is a hell of a lot faster.

Choosing to Hurt

By Jessica Sutter

He leaves his shoes on the doorstep. Size twelve and a half, wearing through the toes and curling with wrinkles of use. He stopped working at the orchard in November, but red Oklahoma mud still caulks the crevices and holes, stains the laces.

Mermaid for a Moment

By Paige Bergan

Sunbeam, slices of wet light
The coral reef filled with dreams
glossy fish murmur-
swirling, swishing, swimming
envy of the rainbow
crimson, sapphire, persimmon, lime
Colors never seen by human eyes before
Ebony hair dances, harmony to the waves

Hurricanes of War

By Julia Anne Ulmer

Our world is a sea
From the oceans to the shore
Not of water
But of colors, textures, sounds, and war.
You look around to see the green waves of grass. And hold the
Smoothness of your pen as you sit at your desk; you hear the

There Once Was...

By Hope Gardner

There once was a girl from Kentucky,
she always won at games
but, all the same she had a pet gerbil
named “Unlucky.”


By Blaire Lauren Ginsburg

“My husband was not supposed to die young.”

The Soul of Night

By Catherine Strayhall

It’s the time I have dark thoughts;
When my fears stalk me, and my demons mock me.
At night, my imagination runs wild,
Conjuring things that make me want to hide like a child.

Self Imposed Silence

By Andie Davidson

Nudging, insisting
Struggle to escape
Perching on the tip of my tongue

A rising wall
Blocks phrases, words,
thoughts, ideas
Trapped inside my head
In a maze from brain to lips, lost

Butterfly Touches

By Rachel Franklin

In my mind
you were
the lightest
Like butterfly
Shine rubbing
off on your
at a touch.
You loved them
they were so
And there’s nothing

Nightingale's Song

By Victoria Ross

A lull and silence,
And softly whispered

Caresses petal soft
And feather

Like lace and spiders’ webs,
The light plays on the rain.

Like the sound
Of snow


By Molly Oberstein-Allen

The crack in the windshield of my father’s gold Camry
used to be just a scratch no one noticed,
but somehow, like milkweed creeping up
among the tulips in my mother’s garden
it grew into a scar that slices the horizon
in two above Metcalf Avenue


By Lauren McGrath

Go away, and leave me be
Let me rest eternally
Shroud myself in darkness
Where I can never be hurt
Close my eyes and sigh
As I slip slowly away
Settle in the emptiness
I’ve made for myself
An emptiness that cannot be filled

April Ghoul's Day

By Jessica Toney

He woke up shivering, the cold hard floor having been his bed for the night. His brain throbbed as he pushed himself up, making it hard to remember what last happened. He held his head in his hands as he thought it over until an eerie sob bounced off the walls.


By Catherine Strayhall

There is a stillness in the air
I can feel it everywhere

Heavy darkness
Airy light
Loud silence
Empty night

It seems as though with every
There is a little bit of death