Ode to the Avocado

Oh, if I wanted one perfect roundness to fit my hand as sweetly as an egg, it’s you, avocado. Lob your dark green skin north for salsa and fresh-squeezed limes. Soothe my tongue ravaged by sharp-toothed words, conform to my teeth, invite my tongue to roll in bland oil of green. Teach me timing. You […]

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Kindling

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 […]

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An Uncommon Prayer for the Farm

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 […]

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End of Year Lists – 2016

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 […]

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Winter Mosaic

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 […]

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How to Bless

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 […]

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How to Swear

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. […]

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Yes, I’m Cissy Bales

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 […]

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