Cheryl Merrill's Writings
His shoulders carry many scars beneath his shaggy coat. Only hours after birth, already laughing, he fought with his brother and killed him. He lopes on shortened back legs as if he is lame, but he is not. Soon he will be the size his feet predict. Then he can eat even your bones. Out of a fold in the night, out of a crevice in the...
Singing Like Yma Sumac By Cheryl Merrill Standing on a termite mound, face-to-trunk with an elephant, I place the flat of my hand against Morula’s fluttering forehead, a forehead as cool and rough as tree bark. She’s burbling, a contented rumble that has the sound of water gurgling in a drainpipe, but she is also making sounds that I cannot hear,...
Do you recognize her, Jabu? Sandi asks him. Do you, Jabu, do you?”
—from "Larger than Life: Living in the Shadows of Elephants"
Essayist: Fourth Genre, Brevity, Alaska Quarterly Review, Adventum & Others. Received Special Mention in Pushcart XXXII, working on a book about elephants: Larger than Life: Living in the Shadow of Elephants. Wanting to join this engaged...
Cheryl’s Favorite Books
Winter Count, Barry Lopez; The Anthropology of Turquoise, Ellen Meloy;