Elementia Peace



By JDC Resident

I want to touch a tree. Not just any tree. A tree with big green leaves. I miss the shade trees give on hot summer days. The way they smelled, not like a flower, just the overall smell of nature. I want to sit on a tree branch and scream. I am free. I want to hug a tree. It may seem hippiesh to y


By Sarah Rekab

The sea shimmers as if a child, has poured glitter in its soft blue path. Mountains linger over such water and are outlined by a china blue sky. The sun dances across the water, casting this magical scene. A fisherman casts his line in various shades of orange and red. Clap Water collides with th


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 Just looking for more fun? When no ones there to even give a single

Blossoms of Peace

By Yolene Pancarte

Watch them... The pink magnolia blossoms, They’re so innocent Yet we treat them without regards.

Watch us... Our inner turmoil shaking us, Like the wind does the magnolia blossom Uncaring and inevitable.


Rising Up

By Abby Harrison

The distance between fear and me Cannot be measured But if it runs across seas And blackens what is already dark Then it overpowers all of me But it cannot touch my faith Time will push it away Other dimensions will outnumber it What I have on my side Cannot be defeated Nor can I.


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


The calm before the storm

By JDC Resident

In the calm before the storm all is concealed There is serenity and peace of mind before the storm is revealed The clandestine activity crude as it laughs in your face The Gnostic gimmick of peace before the mask breaks Drawn into the illusion of pleasure, beauty, and delight Then being tossed an

Box of Color Pencils

By Rebecca Meyer

While walking in the art store today. I overheard a color pencil box With many things to say

“I don’t like the Red,” said the Orange and Green said, “Nor do I” and no one likes Yellow But no one knows just why


By Heather Martin

Hatred melts away Madness peels back from my mind Wrongs are diluted

Accompany me To a place so far away Let us reside there

Sit in wait of me Yet we are still together Take long walks with me

Hatred knows no bonds No shackles of contempt Free as the bluebirds

Green Sanctuary

By Karen Lieffring

Come with me into these memories Where grown-ups are not allowed Across the deep concrete river Where in giant hollow owl’s eyes You can hear the hidden bears’ growls. Beneath high branches curved like arches Their leaves intertwined Like a patchy living ceiling For this green chapel This childho


By Emmy Hartman

Alone, I wait for you.

I sit quietly and picture you, wondering if you will still come.

Though a thousand stairwells have I traversed, never has one felt so alone and empty until I waited for you.

Stress and Comfort

By Melanie Leng

Sometimes, when the soft spring rain slowly soaks the earth, And lightly fingers everything, Giving it a coat of droplets, The color of everything begins to fade... It darkens out the colors And smooths out texture. It creates a soft scene, And when I stare up at the grayish-white sky, The clouds

Vintage War

By Dotty Harrison

Life to all, the empty promise I’ve found something new Take your script and watch it slip through Cracks so obvious

And we still fight in vain Who’s the one that wins? No one’s truly saved No room left to swim Life to all, the empty promise

Balance Verses Chaos

By Catherine Strayhall

Left only is the echo of the water’s laugh The birds’ little whispers still can be heard. The moon isn’t full, it’s only half Sun’s clear rays have been made fuzzy and blurred. Melody misses Harmony-her friend Nightime longs to hear the old barn owl’s hoo. The sowing thread has split and needs a

Endless Calm

By Claire Burrow

Winter seems like an endless calm.

When the cold surrounds us,

and the darkness makes the streets disappear,

the world’s turning seems to slow down.

You can see footprints start and footprints


leading somewhere,

going nowhere.


By Lily Sykora

I sit there, in my own little world.

The fountain flows like a babbling brook as I inhale deeply.

 I’m alone with my thoughts, and nothing else.

Just me, I sit on a smooth rock in the middle of the lake.

The soft murmur of kids