Goleta Butterfly Grove, 2022 Myriad tiger wings warming on eucalyptus branches, now shut, now the sun’s confetti ascending, re-starring the starved blue, cracking chrysalises from every dusty body— here. All of us—children, sky-kissed, singing, here.
Elizabeth Kuelbs writes at the edge of a Los Angeles canyon. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Scientific American, Lily Poetry Review, Rust & Moth, and other publications. A Pushcart Prize nominee, she holds an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her chapbooks include Little Victory and How to Clean Your Eyes. Visit her online at https://elizabethkuelbs.com/.
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