Poetry

Perilous Passages by Sara Wright

Old Woman cackled on the winga pterodactyl with clawscrimson black and whitea great windwas howlingand she was too.Passages she screeched.Her wrath undid me. The Way was Narrow.  Cushions of mosscalmed wet cavern walls,steep stones threatened uncertain footsteps,echoing my descent.At the bottomof… Read More ›

Wood Frog Mother by Sara Wright

Dead CedarWeek after weekheat, wind, sun,shrinks vernal pools. Ditches are dry.Denizensof wet forest,masked gold leaves,seek shallow depressions fed by Spring. One night theheat wave breaksI smell rain,hear hoarse croaks.I stand thereswallowing soundinhaling fragrant airLamenting absence –so many voices stolenby drought.