A spring morning much like others, some daffodils rain-beaten, some perked. Daphne’s lemony fragrance when near enough. The outdoor little library bookcase at the neighbor’s frames the same mythologies, travel guides, and who-dun-its that got us through winter’s downpours. At the abandoned school, morning changes. A man rakes the baseball diamond, listening on earphones that […]Read more "Kindling"
An Uncommon Prayer for the Farm after Brian Doyle This morning three cracked and cleaned-out ducks eggs rested in mud. The ducks ignore the coop they share with broody hens. A raccoon slinked through the night, egg eater who slipped under the guard dog’s radar. First petition: safety. Yellow jackets nest in the propane tank […]Read more "An Uncommon Prayer for the Farm"
You did not eat dirt today. Perhaps tomorrow. Victory is one thin nacre coat on one grain of effort. Remember the mare’s beauty. She sweat more than you did. Look ahead to kittens and dogs and the feasts of wild crows. These too know dirt that you will eat. All living taste dusty race tracks […]Read more "Poem to Myself After Winning the Horse Race at Age Eleven"
Author statement: Poet Tricia Knoll is looking forward to marching in Washington with her sister-in-law, her sisters, all of our daughters and their sister-in-laws and friends. Sixteen of us in pink pussy hats and carrying signs. Website: triciaknoll.com Inauguration and the Women’s March To Follow Apprentices choreograph an oath on a white leather bible, cherry-picked […]Read more "Inauguration and the Women’s March To Follow"
Bests. Worsts. Most Deplorable. Extinctions. Revenant Appearances. Dead Writers. Dead Actors. The Heart Broken. Ten Angels. Superimposed a grocery list on scratch paper scribbles prawns, bubbly drinks, Cascadia blue cheese, rice crackers, ground coffee and chocolate-covered cherries. You add caramels. Unwritten, days the pumpkins swelled. Again we had too many green beans, a little terrier […]Read more "End of Year Lists – 2016"
Frost pastes a mosaic of downed old leaves rimmed in rime. Like teacup dregs and tarot cards splayed on sugared tables, readings of left behinds, these patchworks pinch in icy grout. Leafy feathers fly, wings wish, ash fires and golden glooms to muted stars and folded moons, fans of ginko grace, sweet-gummed prickles, silver bristles […]Read more "Winter Mosaic"
Poet’s note: My last entry on Visitant was “How to Swear,” a prose poem that ended with the hint of moving in another direction to blessing. On this Thanksgiving, “How to Bless.” How to Bless In Old English etymology, the word blessing began with sprinkling blood on a pagan altar—a hint of messy demands. The heart […]Read more "How to Bless"
Statement about poem: The airwaves are filled with harsh words. I find myself okay with being a nasty woman. Tricia Knoll is an Oregon poet with two collections in print: Ocean’s Laughter (Aldrich Press, 2016) and Urban Wild (Finishing Line Press, 2014). Website: triciaknoll.com How to Swear Many targets for swearing roam this collapsing world. […]Read more "How to Swear"
Yes, I locked up Guilt in the north barn stall. Yes, I nailed a 2×4 across the latch and tacked up rusty barbed wire. Understand me. She arrived scratched and naked, claiming she’d been raped, her money gone on drugs. She claimed she had no one but me. She prefers going almost bare-assed. I can’t […]Read more "Yes, I’m Cissy Bales"
As if sadness is a heroine, as if sadness requires polaroid sunglasses to cool down all-white glare, as if sadness demands a shopping opportunity on Robertson Boulevard, the headline says she was caught candid on the boutique street, shopping bag dangling. Without her newborn, her legs, lifted in heels, line up to stretch her thighs […]Read more "Tabloid Spotlight on the Hollywood Starlet"