spirit

Three poems by Sara Wright

Spirits of the Forest In Forest Presence I listen,  leaves and needles rustle Voices Hum inside Hemlock bark  sounding if only humans  would listen Incantations  erupt beneath the forest floor wrapped in a tapestry of threads millions of miles of… Read More ›

Windigo by Sara Wright

Windigo, the Potawami Nations call him. Malignant, this spirit thrives in the Northern Woods, within the human soul. Hatred for self or other hidden under Lies.   Windigo, the Potawami Nations call him He thrives on greed. Empty He can… Read More ›