Inside me, I write / to trace our names sweet / across sky who will follow, / if not you bright star?

My father ate fire from bottles that burst / when emptied—sharp embers I learned / to tread across without being burned.

Ritchie, the world is as a person, this December ice / jeweling the leaf, the sidewalk in sapphire, each step / a ballet against the melt

Lisa Teasley is a Los Angeles native, artist and writer. Her solo retrospective show was at the Marie Baldwin Gallery, Spring 2019 and her first solo exhibition was at the Watts Towers Art Center curated by John Outterbridge.