Rory Elliott was first published in our inaugural issue. Be sure to check out our next issue to see more of their work.
Glimpsing these moments of silence/
Only it’s the kind of happiness that cannot
Be transferred through the more brittle
The happiness gifted, warmed, guided,
Tree trunks leaned upon, silly eyes laughing at the warmth, posture, certainty
The freedom to walk about
caressing the breeze.
Lamenting those dispelling thoughts. Actions.
Every night could be spent splayed out beneath
The warmed trunk
Rory Elliott lives on the corner of a crossroads in Portland, OR, where they write, read, water their plants, play music, write songs, use the bathroom, drink tea, shower and eat. They attend PCC, where they are hoping to develop the skills and credits to major in plant biology. As a poet they have had work published in The Bridge, as a musician their band was in the most recent ABC Portland compilation. They are slowly bringing out into the open their other projects. They aspire to be more like Mary Poppins each passing day.