Calista Ashmore
Poet
I am and have always been consumed with words, silent observations, and music. Now, I share it with you. Together, let’s make magic.
Memberships & performances include Aspen Summer Words, San Miguel International Literary Conference, League of Texas Writers', New Orleans Poetry Festival, & The Poetry Barn, Woodstock, New York.
Estoy Lista
My inheritance was given in full: cedar chest earth and faded citron agave. The dehydrated live
oaks curve like the back of the neighbors matted mule, that sweet meanderer, once as silver as an
April morning. He would greet me with ease, beige hay hanging from his slippery, stiffened
upper lip. While sipping my sorrow-stained coffee, perched on my grandmother’s stripped peach-
painted porch, I wonder if the cactus in the yard ever longs to be chartreuse. If it resents its fate,
planted only to be spotted with iridescent daggers. If it would dare uproot itself for the
kaleidoscope city.