Poems


Pliant


Push me up against a wall and watch me flower. I thrive in tight spaces, under rocks, and behind shadows. If you look closely, you’ll see I’m deliberately leaning into the confinement, allowing the pressure to mold me. I’m pliant enough to enjoy it.

Nest


I don’t need much to nest. A few sturdy sticks, a few dry leaves, and some height to survey my surroundings. The sharp points don’t bother me, in fact they remind where I’ve been and where my home is.

Essential


Put away your trellises, your tomato cages, and your edge trimmers. There’s no taming this kind of growth. Allow the green shoots to crumble the exposed stucco, spin around themselves, and reach toward the sky. It may look like chaos, but for her, every emotional...

Assent


Lifting both of my hands into the air wasn’t enough, so I grew new ones. Each time an invitation arrived, new growth seemed easier than lowering and raising one of my arms to again say yes to you. I may topple over from the weight...

Temper Me


When the water rises, flooding the canyon with nourishment, I open my pores to absorb the flowing liquid, hydrating every cell with plentitude. When the water recedes, exposing the once submerged earth, I lay my body on the canyon bottom, letting the sun scorch my...

Without Them All


Boulders upon rocks upon stones, piled up toward the sky, each solid weight a support for the heft above it. The loss of just one pebble would alter the formation entirely, rendering the structure unrecognizable and affecting the view from the top. Every scraggly rectangle,...