Tricia Elliott

Dot Poem This is a dot poem. Here the ink pocks densely, suggesting shadow in between each hair  reflecting soft plush gray, the kind of light fingers ache to stroke, to test each breath of cupped palm shape vibrating  as…

Achillea millefolium Yarrow Achillea millefolium Perhaps yarrow knows how to bend time or slow it to photon-pace parallel to when/where forests burn  not in violent crisis but at jack pine speed cones opening this is an oversimplification add spruce budworm…

In Forested Terms Maybe bear knows, would weigh in about pulling dandelions—uprooting them, i mean pushing the forked blade down, grip-levering, feeling for  the giving way until we both break a little, each time. Who am i to choose who…

for Marley New Groundfor Marley We hit low tide by their measure  when our one wet summer passed at tomato sill pace vivid and persistent against a backdrop of gray.  They weren’t wrong exactly  but after you arrived  starry with…

Icarus, revisited: a remedial course for authoritarians As Icarus climbs high above rivered snowmelt, bald eagles spiral on sunlit blue thermals, embodying not peace or war, us or them, lose or win, but a practiced balance. In this story, Icarus…

Saw Whet This morning owl calls echoed off hemlocks a steady alarm note in search of mates. Long ago, another forest in another time  knew that rasp of saw and file as bells tolling while old growth fell.  To listen…

Solidarity When white fur pops into a woodpile gap I remember another ermine  slink-hopping between steps then pausing, still in early autumn brown studying me while I studied them as if we both wanted to understand  who stood before us,…

Use of this NASA image, copied from , does not mean that NASA endorses this poem. Image listed as courtesy Jeff Schmaltz, MODIS Land Rapid Response Team at NASA GSFC. Natural Consequences 101:a remedial course for authoritarians Volcanoes and earthquakes…

Valuation This poem has no purpose. Instead  it floats on needle-spun spider trails  cast and unmet as if to honor every try. It feathers twigs out of time and beards stones without witness. Unhurried it burns  at the pace  of…