Tricia Elliott

Termination Dust   You stared in silence  at the MRI, at the shadowy cavitation of a patient’s brain.  It was progressing, this unknown process, at breathtaking speed. Your team had tossed every life raft, every throw rope overboard, and watched…

Affirmation   When the sockeye come in, choking the riffles with their crimson bodies, flashing their fins with effort  and instinct, we push through the alder and into the river to sit among their fading stories like patient, glacial erratics.…

Pingo Look with me, it said, across this ice-patterned ground, past the frost boils, the polygons, the scouredshield rock. Relax. Let the wind lift this top casing, this skin of sphagnum and sedge. It scatters easilyamong the waving cottongrass, beneath…