elementia poetry

Writing

Poetry Is...

By Heather Martin

Poetry is nothing
But everything

Dances in dreams
That vanish when you wake
Coffee and cream
With a taste of cake

Simplicity found
In a hard drive
Books bound
To stay in an archive


The Difference Between Simile and Self

By Rachel Franklin

I have problems
and I’ll swap mine with you like trading cards.
Long lovely disorders go over the lips like chocolate
but honey, we’ve been writing about these pits of darkness
long before shrinks slapped name tags on them.