Author: Tricia Knoll

Tricia Knoll is a tree-hugging feminist Oregon poet who is retired from many years of communications work for the City of Portland. She has a slight voice disabilty which makes humming sound better than her singing. Her fingernails are often dirty from working in a garden planned to attract pollinators, preserve native plants, and delight the eye with outrageous roses. Her poetry collections focus on eco-poetry. Ocean's Laughter (Aldrich Press 2016) focuses on change over time in a small Oregon town on the north coast. Urban Wild (Finishing Line Press 2014) examines human interactions with wildlife in urban habitat.

They Welcomed Her to Her Death

February 19, 2017September 14, 2018 Tricia Knoll

The word went out. No more surgeries. No more chemo. Send tributes, poems, drawings, photos, and prayers for the end of pain. Those who loved her best gathered around her bed on the mountain. Husband. Daughters. Sons. The women who would tend her for the days ahead. They told stories Read more

Dear Resident President,

January 30, 2017September 13, 2018 Tricia Knoll

Dear Resident President, We chanted “This is what democracy looks like” as loud as we could from the White House lawn. I suppose the men on the roof were not taking notes. I didn’t know the three blind women with canes who linked arms to march. They were beside me, Read more

The GoFundMe Script for Alpha-Centauri

December 31, 2016January 1, 2017 Tricia Knoll

Kids: Collect your pennies and bottle return dimes. Check any return slots on parking meters and vending machines that don’t use credit cards. Send your change to scientists planning to launch robots the size of cell phones to the nearest star system. Mini rockets, mini-explorations that will open like butterflies Read more

Stripes

December 8, 2016December 12, 2016 Tricia Knoll

In the time stripes run off to infinite raspberry rows, beach towels and barbed-wire fences white stones at veteran cemeteries, shirts on jockeys whip-flay scars on the winced back In those hours when engineers offer more parallels and planes, staircases, highway lines while poets write left to right, or right Read more