Ellipsis Literary Magazine

I would write an obituary for the four word infection called hope, parasitic at its prime and poisonous at its primitive, if I believed...

The lotus is blossoming into a new flower After experiencing unbridled pleasure For the very first time The spirit of love was already...

Light a flame and drench me in kerosene It takes three degrees to destroy a dream If I were drowning you would let me die But for now you...

The little leaf blows round in the wind Brittle and battered as it flies The leaf hides its face to mask its tears But rest assured...

I stand there In deep, dark confusion. With one step never taken And three never to be spoke. An evil laugh has started as Black faced...

I was driving through Kirkwood, NY on a Sunday morning. Scenic lines of strip clubs dot the highway next to the abandoned insane...

when I think about me I don’t think of anything. I listen to the whisper of melting snow- the snap of spring and a muddy surrender...

In my dreams, I am living an Italian Summer. I wake up to a soft breeze, Sending vibrations through my veins, And warm beams of...

In a world where we are persecuted and shunned, we have a place to call our homeland. She beckons us home where we are welcomed by our...

We kissed until the trains stopped running You said that God spoke through me I have nowhere to go And you have no faith If you’ll be...