The Wildforest | Marichit Garcia

A slip, a tricky twist

A slip, a tricky twist of the ankle, Somehow this odd awkward angle Halfway into a fall Offers an interesting view Reveals things hidden...

The Way into the Deep Forest

The way into the deep forest Is sometimes a cracked rib, A heart torn by broken bone, Like letting out the seams Of a summer dress that's...

Through the lands of shadows

I journey by way of the shadow lands. By way of backstages, back doors, flipsides. By way of mirror image at midnight. Dark and deep,...

In-Between

Meantime moment. A deep breath before a deep dive. A pause before a push. There is only the way through and the way forward. Taking the...

Missing

Missing: a heart. If you find it, please return to the owner, or if you wish to exchange it for yours, please observe the rules of fair...

What is the Wildforest?

The wildforest is a country, a heart, a fairy tale.

Today

Something is moving around me, through me, invisible, stirring my heart, like a memory, like a forgotten thing, like a dream sighing,...

The Forest & the Story

The wild forest is a forest of stories. But most importantly it is a forest for the Story. It is a trick of mirrors and windows and...

Ripe

I am ripe for falling in love today I have put down the book I have been reading Unable to bear the sharp outline of my loneliness...

Talking with the Trees

Tell me about the monsters, I said. Everyone is a monster. It's just a matter of form and purpose. Even the queen of this forest is a...

Dreamwalker

I am this, a heavy weight, a solid sensible creature. Despite my protestations, wild exhibitions and repeated claims to be otherwise, I...

This is where I buried my heart

This is where I buried my heart, no, I mean this is where I planted my heart, like a seed, like a treasure, here in the middle of a...