Tricia Elliott

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…

for Henry Exposure for Henry Loss makes time slippery, opening a shutter on a low-lit sky. When did two moose eat the garden? Before the floodwaters surged, spinning homes. Before he fell like a streaked star and exited the frame.…

OPTIONS The clothesline snapped with one antlered shake divided two frayed ends border a battlefield of moose-cropped leaves. A bull in rut is relentless like bone sleeved in itchy velvet or power  influenced by money or fear censuring speech still…

Opening On the river, small moons burst  with a breath, spattering in bubble pops like sparks  over cauldrons of fish. Here on earth size isn’t everything but tension might be. Only open containers hold  what we gather or grok. Still …

for Kris Birthrightfor Kris She cleaned the cooling bird  outside the kitchen window, her deft fingers rolling the feathered skin like socks tearing the gossamer threads of connective tissue  until the pale lines unfolded, steaming on a bed of damp…

Pride Mountain blooms parade in showy mats, in clusters  scattered across scree. Preternatural is a judgement. Fragile  is another. Meanwhile, oxytrope grows alchemizing stone to soil  with symbiotic bacterial teams. So transforms the world, breath  by breath by breath. In…

Re-membering About edges? Ask alder moving in multitudes, reaching across gaps from seed or root expanding, augmenting like musical fifths like mycelium outpacing the math  with alchemical variables enriching at cuts – divides depletions. Edges are  like that – sudden,…

Myth Snow falls. A forgotten willow             stripped to storm sky gray             elbowed by alders shelters a lynx in a twining foot hollow.              Groomed, rested             the cat moves on leaving tawny hair              caught             on a broken bough. Sunrise. Spring tracks melt…

Parable of the Sown Yesterday coyote tracked hare across the ridge  laying a skipped stone trail over soft rabbit lope sowing together an old, old story which every creature tells, eventually and every creature knows. No tale goes unnoticed ever.…