(Poem & Photography) Christmas Grouse by Sara Wright

I left seed for you. A pomegranate too. Would you come Christmas day? The veil was thin last night. This morning Madonna’ s Feathered Body Spoke. When you ran across Read More …

(Tribute) My Father becomes a Beaver by Sara Wright

The year my father died I fell in love with beavers. All summer I watched them at dawn and dusk gnaw down the poplars, drag them to the plume, observing Read More …

(Prose) Mary’s Return by Sara Wright

Yesterday I learned (NPR) that a third of the oak trees in this country will be dead within 50 years; I also read that our sugary harbingers of spring, the Read More …

Suzanne Simard Creates a Bridge to the Future by Sara Wright

It interests me that September 30th was declared Truth and Reconciliation Day in Canada because this is the day I was born and this is where I think we need Read More …

Women, Birds, and Feminism by Sara Wright

When I was about forty years old I discovered a clay deposit on a beach that I visited frequently. Intrigued, I sat down and began working with the river’s gift. Read More …

(Poem) Earth Rises Again by Sara Wright

A horizon belching sooty smoke pollutes once pure air pressing invisible particles, ozone into granite – lichen covered mountains – plant/animal lungs are coated in filth just as ours are. Read More …

(Prose & Photography) Patriarchy: For Love of Predators by Sara Wright

I live just down the road from one of our many lakes and ponds here in western Maine. Almost every morning I hear the haunting call of the loons as Read More …

Moving towards the Dark… “Elder”berry Musings… by Sara Wright

“I wake up under a tropical dome that has been with us most of August. The thick air feels like it is smothering me, and with emphysema that may not Read More …

(Tribute) Midsummer Births a Goddess, Carol P. Christ (1945-2021) by Sara Wright

[Author’s Note: I wrote the prose and poem this morning July 14th   for Carol’s blog not knowing at that time that this most compassionate woman, feminist scholar, mentor, friend had Read More …

(Poem) Perilous Passages by Sara Wright

Old Woman cackled on the wing a pterodactyl with claws crimson black and white a great wind was howling and she was too. Passages she screeched. Her wrath undid me. Read More …

(Prose) ‘Mother’ West Wind and Mary’s Gold by Sara Wright

 One day last week it almost drizzled. When I stepped outside that morning I was engulfed by fragrant mist. Rarely does light fog give the thirst- driven forest a temporary Read More …

(Poem) The Spider’s Bite by Sara Wright

The Light at dawn and dusk breathes gold leaf into blue. Deep emerald, maple wined trees unfurl, impervious to drought.  Thrumming sap sings,   pulsing  red twigs have a heartbeat.  All Read More …

(Poem) What cranes taught me by Sara Wright

Migration When they arrived I heard the haunting cries long before I ever saw them in flight. Year after year. When they arrived a great joy flooded my body and Read More …