Originally published as "October" in the October 2018 edition of Conscious, the zine. Smoke softening the chilly air With memories of fire The perfume rising from my chest In perfect complement Vanilla, spice, and Lapsang Souchong Today smells like my soul Sweet and dark and burning off The things it doesn't need ~Elena Nola, October 2017
Blue Moon
The moon rose yellow against a Confederate sky Like some wasted sun, its core collapsed, Anemic light a harbinger of change. But dying sun is brilliant moon; It shone brighter than reflection, A ring of white around its edge entire, Almost a corona. Almost like it burned. ~Elena Nola
Elena Nola, Poet 