Terri Kirby Erickson was born in North Carolina, where she has lived most of her life. In addition to traveling extensively, she also lived in Louisiana, Virginia and Texas. Her first collection of poetry is entitled, Thread Count. Her work has been published by or is forthcoming in Basilica Review, Bay Leaves, Blue Fifth Review, Broad River Review, Christian Science Monitor, CowboyPoetry.com, Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Forsyth Woman, Imagining Heaven: An Anthology of Personal Visions of Heaven; JAMA (The Journal of the American Medical Association): Poetry and Medicine Column, August 19, 2009; Long Story Short, Muse India, nibble, North Carolina Arts Council, Oak Bend Review, nine anthologies by Old Mountain Press, Parent:Wise Austin, Paris Voice, Pinesong, Pisgah Review, Relief: A Quarterly Christian Expression, Silver Boomer Books (From Freckles to Wrinkles), Smoking Poet, Still Crazy, Thieves Jargon, Wild Goose Poetry Review, WomenBloom, Hickory Women’s Resource Center (Voices and Vision: A Collection of Writings By and About Empowered Women), and others. Her poem, “Bobbing for Apples,” won second place in the Poetry Council of North Carolina’s 2008 Ellen Johnston-Hale Contest for Light Verse and her poem, “Topsail Island,” won second place in the 2009 James Larkin Pearson Contest for Free Verse and Experimental Form. Her poem, “Madison’s Picture,” won honorable mention in the North Carolina Poetry Society’s 2009 Caldwell Nixon Jr. Contest, and she won honorable mention in the Lyman Haiku Contest. The Northwest Cultural Council selected her work in 2006 and 2007, for an international juried poetry exhibit. She is a member of the North Carolina Poetry Society and lives in Lewisville, NC, with her husband, Leonard.

Books by Terri Kirby Erickson:

Other poems on the web by Terri Kirby Erickson:
Two poems
"Downpour"
"Cling Peaches"

About Telling Tales of Dusk:

"In her poems, Terri Kirby Erickson sketches vivid and appealing word pictures that lodge in the reader's mind. I rarely see the wildflower Queen Anne's lace in a field without remembering how she contrasts the plant's delicate beauty with its common surroundings. It 'dandies up a ditch,' she concludes. So true—and thinking about it that way makes me smile."
—Judy Lowe

"Whether writing about butter mints, the daisy chain of a group of daughters locked arm in arm, or a man burying his dead wife, Terri Kirby Erickson's poems have the characteristics we all strive for in our poetry. These lyrical narratives are sensuous, tender, evocative, and familiar, bringing to life things we've all noticed but lacked the wisdom to put into words."
—Scott Owens

"Coupling the candor and aplomb of Olds with the more profound and lyrical of Lux, Terri Kirby Erickson proves an exciting new voice in American poetry. Her subject matter spans the width between a lone Ferris wheel at a county fair, where ‘Coal dust fine and black as pulverized midnight,/covers everything for miles,’ to the vagaries of aging in the face of youth, when the speaker used to jump ‘out of bed, sleek as an otter,/sliding down the day.’ Erickson’s verse is filled with spot-on similes and metaphors, dotting its distinct and lucid structure with apt and artful alliteration, telegraphing image upon finer image to the nexus of who we are."
—Jubal Tiner