Blessingfor Janet Open the door. Let the dust blow in and know me again, here in the curved wrist of […]
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Tricia Elliott
Yurt dweller, parent, partner, writer. Knows some things about medicine, life coaching, teaching, and the wilds.
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 […]
Like the Moon
Like the Moon entire, even in shadow and storm, obscured when hung like a rim of ice from a glass […]

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

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

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

Watershed Case
Watershed Case I’m not saying they are the unmoving, blind stones — I don’t really believe stones are unmoving or […]
Compass Plant
Compass Plant Silene acaulis A sly wind threads the muck-moated hillocks drawing reeded breadths across lichen-rough stone, shuttle humming. What […]

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

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