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What happens when we allow ourselves to go to pieces?

January 27, 2020 13 9

Blessing

Blessingfor Janet Open the door.  Let the dust blow in and know me again, here in the curved wrist of […]

2 weeks ago 0 1
Winter Browse

Winter Browse

Winter Browse In twin-tracks the tender  bark’s peeled away, stripped  bottom-to-top, south-to-north exposing a weathered skin beneath the black willow, marked […]

2 months ago 0 1

Like the Moon

Like the Moon entire, even in shadow  and storm, obscured when hung like a rim of ice  from a glass  […]

3 months ago 0 1
Samhain

Samhain

Samhain Even the air is thin.  The giving ground cracks  in brittle bones  underfoot the dust of things scatter as […]

October 31, 2022 0 1
Bearberry, Autumn

Bearberry, Autumn

Bearberry, Autumn We know about grief, said  the scarleted bearberry, densely thicketing  rock to rock, twining with heather, avens, salix, […]

September 19, 2022 0 1
August

August

August No, not that way, they giggled moving like sun-shafts between branch and leaf  winged, gossamer, horned, talon-toed  taking my […]

August 22, 2022 4 1
Watershed Case

Watershed Case

Watershed Case I’m not saying they are the unmoving, blind stones — I don’t really believe stones are unmoving or […]

July 25, 2022 0 1

Compass Plant

Compass Plant Silene acaulis A sly wind threads the muck-moated hillocks drawing reeded breadths across lichen-rough stone, shuttle humming. What […]

June 20, 2022 0
Pandora’s Heart

Pandora’s Heart

Pandora’s Heart I.  I could open it for you, said the gyrfalcon, all talons, and I remembered. The spruce branch […]

May 23, 2022 0 1
Geography

Geography

Geography* for Stella Like sutures in a skull  we have stitched ourselves together two lives in apposition at the measured […]

April 11, 2022 4 1

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About Tricia Elliott

I am a mom, partner, coach, and writer with experience in medicine, teaching, and the woods.

Our family, 4 humans & 2 dogs, lives half the year in a yurt and half in a recently built home on a wooded ridge on Dena’ina Land in Alaska, where our neighbors include bears, moose, and owls.

For a feature interview with Lis Mesa http://theselkie.co.uk/tricia-elliott-interview/

“When Martha Beck (Finding Your Own North Star) and Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love) share the work of a poet living and writing from a yurt in the Alaskan Wilderness, I knew I had to reach out, listen and learn.”

 

And an interview with Mary Walker: https://www.marywalker.co.nz/tricia-elliott-rumi/

 

My poetry has been published in http://theselkie.co.uk/tricia-elliott-migration/

https://theselkie.co.uk/pingo/

https://theselkie.co.uk/reflection/

“Esker,” in the anthology Song of Ourself: Voices in Unison (published by Dragoli Indie Press, 2018.)

“Irrepressible” in the anthology Transformation https://theselkie.co.uk/anthology/

 

You can follow me on FB at https://www.facebook.com/writesbearbones/

and on instagram at triciaelliott9516

 

copyright 2020 Tricia Elliott

Recent Posts

  • Blessing January 23, 2023
  • Winter Browse December 19, 2022
  • Like the Moon November 21, 2022
  • Samhain October 31, 2022
  • Bearberry, Autumn September 19, 2022
  • August August 22, 2022
  • Watershed Case July 25, 2022
  • Compass Plant June 20, 2022
  • Pandora’s Heart May 23, 2022

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