Amplified Melancholy by Diana Raab

You might ask me to explain this season’s melancholy slipping through my veins and all I can tell you is that on the tenth anniversary of dad’s passing, the doctors removed my right breast and five years later stabbed by a second diagnosis, bone marrow malignancy, no cure just treatment— the holiday lights sharpened. Past... Continue Reading →

Reset by Aurora Bishop

One last shared sacred space a stranger sits beside me. We enjoy nature together but apart disconnecting from it all until her phone rings a business call, I think but it's hard to eavesdrop my headphones are in. Maybe we're hybrids robots recharging our solar-powered souls. Photo by Monica Turlui on About the Poet:... Continue Reading →

Open for Submissions!

Are you an aspiring poet? Ephemeral Elegies is still open for submissions! We publish one new poem each week and want to provide a platform for new and emerging voices. Check out our Submissions page for more information!

Self Portrait by Christina Pan

A severed head, I am. Congesting the fridge. My mouth smothers a jar of jujubes—she didn’t cut it off. My skin marbled, my smudged eyelids purple. Father carried this in his tepidity, but now I’m frozen and forgotten like mother. My nonexistent friends will not miss me. In front of my tongue sits uneasily an... Continue Reading →

Early Morning Love Song by D.R. James

Despite the moon, nearly full, gliding six inches above the western horizon where that faint line of a Great Lake lies, my couple of cardinals amidst the etched gray of sunrise say it’s morning, and all the little birds believe them. Despite me, nearing fifty, holding two inches before hitting the midway in a life... Continue Reading →

Affiliations by Sanjeev Sethi

How it ends affirms its essence. You went as lightly as you came or otherwise? Aleatory carriages are better suited to those not connected. This way they don’t wound. Closeness breeds craftiness. Photo by Dids on About the Poet: Sanjeev Sethi is published in over thirty countries. His poems have found a home in more... Continue Reading →

Crack in the Ice by John Grey

She pours the tea. The darkness pours itself through the kitchen window, surrounds the cup and the cigarette that droops from her lips. Somewhere out there is an icy lake. Somewhere out there is a crack sucking everything down – her son, even the light. Snow piles up against the door. Icicles point down from... Continue Reading →

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