Spring 2013, Volume 14

Poetry by Anna Elkins


The space between fingers speaks
to the space between lips
between letters
between worlds.

There is nothing sweeter than this distance.

Meanwhile, be a rose of closeness.

I am the shape of waiting.
Trace the contour of my heart—
it curves and ducks and swerves.
Be the heart-shaped roads I run
to keep strong
to find a way closer to you.

In between, I wait
all the mean while.





BIO: Anna Elkins currently resides in the mythical State of Jefferson,
where she writes, paints, and teaches. Her words have appeared in
various journals and books, and her art has been exhibited at home and