Here is a small sample of my poetry! You can find much, much more on my instagram @lettersaligned or by purchasing a copy of my love poetry zine (available in my shop!)
If you dig deep enough you’ll find
that everything is molten.
Then again, our surface crawls
with bugs — shed skin.
There is nothing more honest than change
when we get down to it.
You don’t even have to be brave
when you know this, above all else.
I just wrote a poem
about your footsteps upstairs
and I’ve almost forgotten
each word I placed, carefully.
What I remember
I won’t share — it’s far
too delicate. The fragments
now find respite in memory
— in quiet.
Reflections From a Teacher
The baby pine trees from last year
have suddenly surpassed me
and become a young forest.
Though I planted them
they don’t remember my hands
carefully tucking them in with song
or all the mistakes I made, too.
And I regret to say some of them
are blocking the sun from their sisters
— is that my flawed foresight ?
Some of them can’t see
all that it means to be young.
A birdcage, empty and decorative,
swings over our porch and more
than once I’ve had to remind
children who notice it
that there were never birds to begin with.
It was designed with an open door
– it was designed, already free.
It was designed more sculpture
than functional – the beauty found in
nothing kept locked up.
California Poppies are always brighter
than I remember — every single
time I greet them on my neighborhood walk
I barely recognize them. I do remember
being told how they belong
to everybody — leave them be
as a common unburied treasure.
I tried to draw them the other day
and balked at using the most flamboyant
orange as if ashamed. As if someone
would laugh and I’d have to say,
no really, that is what they look like!
But they just grow that way,
even out of the dull ground,
unconcerned, and who am I
to deny them this?