The Q | a ping (or whalesong)
Apr09

The Q | a ping (or whalesong)

a ping (or whalesong) Q: What is your ping, your whalesong?*Responses will be curated and may be shared with permission.Permission* Yes, I give my permission Show Full AgreementBy submitting your response, you are granting AROHO permission for possible publication – in whole or excerpts – in WAVES, which is also archived on our website and may be shared on social platforms.Name* First Last Address* State / Province / Region...

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Word is Touch
Mar29

Word is Touch

  Here, we hold a space for each other where we allow our inner voice to have the floor where BEYOND is our brief where the water holds our stories and the WAVES lift them up   WAVES ALIVE this April 12 | June 14 | August 8-9 | October 11 | December 6-7   _________________________________________________________   My creative intentions are to share my explorations, attempts and hopes with sister explorers,...

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Waves of Snow by Holly Guran
Mar28

Waves of Snow by Holly Guran

  “Waves of Snow” by Holly Guran   for Danielle Legros Georges   The light reveals some tracks out back on dunes of ice—rabbits, squirrels, or the coydog glimpsed next door who slipped so fast below our sight.   I want their marks to mean my friend has sent her love to all of us who walked with her. A death too soon, and still too new. A poet who could melt the mounds of ice with sound— her self, her...

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Button Your Lip by Mimm Patterson
Mar28

Button Your Lip by Mimm Patterson

  “Button Your Lip” by Mimm Patterson     ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here   Mimm Patterson Artist Statement: I am a writer and a visual artist. Writing is how I compartmentalize the moments in my life that have shaped me. Visual art is how I tell the stories of my life when words cannot. Writing, for me, is ordered, like the card catalogue we used in our high...

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Available Light by Sandy Coomer
Mar28

Available Light by Sandy Coomer

“Available Light” by Sandy Coomer   I’ve come to the lake to take pictures, capture first light lifting off water,                 an image that is more than the muted colors of a somber morning, a world worn dull with sorrow.   It’s hard to find a reason to smile when all around me the edges of the good...

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