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Hunger

Hunger

Hunger On a zipper catch breath they slipped  from the trees, moving as meadow. Three bears  rolling closer on river-rock feet  […]

July 19, 2021 0 1
June

June

June This isn’t a poem about joy, but of what grows around it. A vining thing — glossy, clandestine, fiddlehead-coy […]

June 20, 2021 0
Bearbones Update

Bearbones Update

Hello! I’m so glad you’re here. Habit suggests I post a new poem tonight. Instead, I’d like to gratefully acknowledge […]

June 14, 2021 0 2
When the Woodpecker Knocks

When the Woodpecker Knocks

When the Woodpecker Knocks Even the young dogs answer when the woodpecker knocks, tapping  at the rough doors of aspen  […]

May 31, 2021 0

Follow

Follow Spring presses in, circling my ribbed fences, leaping easily to merry mud-track across the clean creased floors of my […]

May 17, 2021 0 1

Cranesong

Cranesong So it turns out  falling stars aren’t suns gone dark but rocks on fire, an alchemy of dust  meeting […]

May 3, 2021 0 1
Tribute

Tribute

Tribute It was how shadows in blue branches made tributaries  across snow. I paused, not yet thinking about eons of […]

April 19, 2021 0
Kinglet

Kinglet

Kinglet for Inger It wasn’t always like this. For years I mourned you with sackcloth, stirring the ashes with a […]

April 5, 2021 0 1
Clouds

Clouds

Clouds As the wind, sly-fingered, plucked at the hemlocks they shivered, gently, shedding fine showers of snow from their gloved […]

March 22, 2021 2 1
Forest

Forest

Forest Hello, said the spruce cone, and teetered on its tip  before toppling to one side near my foot.  Hello […]

March 8, 2021 2 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

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