Stephanie Thomas Berry - Stephanie Thomas Berry

Feral Narratives

Trigger Warning: This post discusses suicide. You can listen to my reading of this post here: Once upon a summer […]

Sacrifice in the Bluetspastel on board16 x 20″ Snakes were long ago considered to embody the energy of the Goddess,

Be this flower, for a moment. Feel your roots enmeshed with the rich forest soil, with the coolmoisture and microscopic

The wood thrushes have returned, embroidering the morning soundscape with their wavering flutesong and soft rattles. Dusk is a concert

There are patterns everywhere the trillium says to me, and I lean in closer, not entirely astonished by the connection, but

I wasn’t looking for wildflowers. Much less listening for them. No, I was careening through the forest on my mountain

The hawk sailed over the tangled crown of the oaks, then turned in a wide arc so that his underbelly

I thought they were squirrels at first, fussing amongst themselves as squirrels do. It was early November and I was

We’ve entered the season of darkness, especially now that our clocks have magically turned back. The nights will come almost