by Trinity Herr | Nov 10, 2025 | Poetry
POETRY BY Paulann Petersen This Tree There’s the Pinewho remains silentamid great provocation,and the Firwho murmurs and creaks when all else is still. There’s the Poplarwho wants nothing morethan everything I have,unlike that Birch who never wants anything to do...
by Trinity Herr | Feb 29, 2024 | Poetry
POETRY BY Trinity Herr Photo by Camden Jones Controlled Burning It blisters down to boundaries —marked and measured. Dig the fire lines wide — wider, even, that the breadth of our campfire,the metal ring circling it —these rounds we rest on. Whoever’s in charge,...