Poetry: Map of Mortality

{Originally published in the Spring 2022 issue of VoiceCatcher}

The illusion is the rising green horizon

where farmland

meets sky. Coast, Cascade mountains

bounding our valley, unseen.

This home is no prairie where rainbows,

uncanny wonders arise. Our

peaks so imposing they stymie migrations:

illness, mortality, rage—

the slow progress of regress

the farther we roam from our mirror

pond. Driving over a hillock,

I see to the east,

newly frosted with snow,

Mt. Hood; to the west,

another rugged artery, its own illusions,

my life before I turned pioneer, drying my shoes

each night by this fire,

each morning my back to the sun.

Tricia Gates Brown

Tricia Gates Brown has worked as a professional editor and co-writer since the mid-2000s. Though the bulk of her current work is for the National Park Service and Native tribes, her expertise is broad. She has experience in academic and creative writing and strives to honor an author’s tone while improving a written piece. She holds a PhD from University of St. Andrews and edits everything from academic works to poetry, while her own essays, creative nonfiction, and poetry have appeared widely in journals. A 2022 Independent Publishers Award (IPPY) Bronze Medal was awarded to her novel Wren.

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