Christina Lloyd

A doctoral candidate at Lancaster University, Christina Lloyd's poems appear in various journals, most recently in The North and forthcoming in Epoch. She holds a master's in creative writing from Lancaster University and a master's in Hispanic languages and literatures from U.C. Berkeley.


Hong Kong // San Francisco



You saw a corpse flower

in the tropics once. You said

nobody here could ever imagine

its heavy, crusted lobes

or bear its colossal stench.





Spaniards cast mustard seeds

along the coast, hoping

they would grow and blaze yellow,

ensure a centuries-old trail

back down to Mexico.


Their roots and forked stems

still prevent native plants

from flourishing,

their chemistry incendiary.





Somehow you knew

the Muir Woods sapling

you nursed for years

would grow to dwarf

the houses on Arguello.