(Poem & Photography) Autumn Equinox 2025: The Cutting Away and the Gathering In by Sara Wright

There is something very special about ‘the cutting away and  gathering in’ … my very wild gardens are flattened, my wildflower field has just been mowed,  trees are turning, and Read More …

(Poem & Photography): Autumn Light by Sara Wright

Where are they?September’s lightilluminates one butterflyin flightBittersweet lossescast slanted shadows,pierce cool nightsmorning mistlifts aslight streamsthrough translucentleavesone acorn falls… autumn’s breatha gift ofprimal scent Where are They?on the Spirit Wingsof Sandhills Read More …

Emergence – Miracle Birth by Sara Wright

When my ‘good neighbor’ sent me the photo yesterday morning I could see the outlines of the butterfly, so my little dog Coal and I walked up to see for Read More …

(Nine Poets Speak): Renewal at Dusk by Sara Wright

[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.] Renewal at dusk soft whoos behind me Chloe new shoot on the Tree of Life Read More …

(Prose) Lily B, My Telepathic Bird by Sara Wright

Image: Wikimedia Commons Every morning at “first light” Lily B sounds a call to wake up the rest of his family – his human mother – and her current dogs, Read More …

(Prose & Photography) Field of Dreams by Sara Wright

Once the new white pine forest that stretches out before me was part of a larger field that belonged to an old farm. The woods cascade down a steep hill Read More …

(Poetry & Photography) Remembering What’s Broken by Sara Wright

I kneel before my woodstove kindling fire in sapphire blue, flaming orange gratitude rising unbidden. Bare limbs etch stories against curved canvas empty space – sky or dome as Venus Read More …

(Essay) The Bride and the Bull by Sara Wright

Christmas day dawned thick with clouds… This morning I even imagined I saw snow on the mesa… an illusion, but perhaps a harbinger of the healing moisture that could bring Read More …

(Poem & Photography) The Doorway by Sara Wright

When I look into his face I wonder what he is thinking as he loses himself in sweet mountain mist. He’s alone now. His fear of the unknown keeps him Read More …

(Poetry) Bare Bones by Sara Wright

In the pure white sun dream I wore a necklace –  bearstone and bone. For months meaning eluded me, but feeling  erupted from within-  a volcano was burning somewhere beyond Read More …

(Prose) The Resting Place by Sara Wright

I am writing from land that loves me as I am. Inside, the log cabin’s walls weep, as do I. We have both been abandoned.  Outside, diversity reins as royalty Read More …

(Prose) Red Willow River by Sara Wright

Winding through the valley the river tells ancient stories about the peaceful people who lived along her red willow banks, long ago… I can almost see the women who gathered Read More …

(Prose) A Beary Peaceful Day by Sara Wright

It is overcast and a few drops of rain are falling. I have been out talking to Tree Bear (TB), a yearling who has brightened my life in these dark Read More …