Tack-a-ma-hack. Tac-a-ma-hac Tacamahac I love the word’s sound in my ears; it’s staccato feel on my tongue. Tacamahac. Tacamahac. Tacamahac Murmuring, I slip away; to other places, other times. Tacamahac Hack-ma-tack. Tacamahac “Nobody will know what it is or what you mean if you call the oil Tacamahac!” they said. They were right but this understanding deepened my sadness, it did not relieve it. “Maybe if more people were just to say, Tacamahac or Hackmatack, we might remember something!” I muttered. So it has been over the years, private and public, my love affair with the tree called Black Cottonwood, Populus balsamifera ssp. trichocarpa, balsam poplar, Balm of Gilead, Tacamahac by the E

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