Elementia art

Writing

African Violets

By Callan Latham

I will count them all shards of glass in the mirror

every part of me adds up to nothing

I’m standing in front of violets in front of a Renaissance painting and wondering what do I have


Freedom of Speech

By Zoë Christianson

There are people in this room that don’t deserve to be here.

Exhibit A’s intimate circle gathers ‘round the VIP computers designated for those who manage, for lack of any other skill, to commence their daily whispering war.


Losing Lila

By Jessica Sutter

It 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.


Who We Are

By Blaire Ginsburg

Who dreams? Who dares to enter such a realm? Visions, fleeting, Escaping with the waking flutter, Living on bated breath And translucent promises of A world all your own; A world anew.


Just a Driveway

By Jillian Dunlay

Laughter chirps through my ears

A forever perfect

Harmony

In this imperfect world

 

Sunshine frames the chalk lines

Every colorful streak

A reflection of my friends

A reflection of myself

 


My Song

By Abby Sublett

It’s hard to find who I am. I know this could take long. What sets me and others apart? Where do I choose to stand? I want answers to appear like the bang of a gong. Reaching down into my heart, or searching up above. Finally at last, I find a song. Not the music that appears on a chart, but some