Written by
Elena Botts

Elena grew up in the DC area, lived briefly in Berlin and Johannesburg, and now attends college in upstate New York. She's been published in fifty literary magazines over the past few years. She is the winner of four poetry contests, including Word Works Young Poets'. Her poetry has been exhibited at the Greater Reston Art Center and at Arterie Fine Art Gallery. Check out her poetry books, "we'll beachcomb for their broken bones" (Red Ochre Press, 2014), "a little luminescence" (Allbook-Books, 2011) and "the reason for rain" (Coffeetown Press, expected publication in fall 2015). Her visual art has won her several awards. Go to elenabotts.com [link] and o-mourning-dove.tumblr.com [link] to see her latest artwork.

tell me that i am living somewhere else and that it is better there

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how the river became horses tossing their dumb manes,
the white rising into the sky
before your brown eyes, their ardent universes inside;
how you kept on breathing all through the o’clocks
of the dreaming earth, your little feet making
continual impact on the soil;
how I took my shoes off and my joints’ degeneration
was an illustration. I stood up and sat down and saw
dragonflies everywhere. Here was a space
through the hours without dust.

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Volume 14

Home Is Not A Place - Spring 2015

Verse

tell me that i am living somewhere else and that it is better there