The Q: mother water
mother water Q: Imagine what would change if we cast aside our lines to swim in mother waters.*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*...
longings
In this moment, we find ourselves longing. Our table is set for goddesses. We have dreamt each other. “Inversion” by Anon _________________________________________________________ Winter lies too long in country towns; stays on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen, Willa Cather in My Antonia Have I, like winter in a country town, stayed on too long? Growing old, have...
Sheltering by Clare Olivares
“Sheltering” by Clare Olivares ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Clare Olivares Artist Statement: My artwork is inspired by the lyricism of the natural world. Themes I explore are time, memory and place. I create using acrylics, watercolors and inks on canvas and paper. My portfolio includes paintings, text-based art and writings. Both my paintings and writings...
Winter Self by Florence Ladd
“Winter Self” by Florence Ladd Winter lies too long in country towns; stays on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen, Willa Cather in My Antonia Have I, like winter in a country town, stayed on too long? Growing old, have I grown stale and sullen? My attire Is a matter of rapt attention, but am I seen as shabby? Perhaps my over-told anecdotes gone stale. I could Refresh those stories with more...
soundings
“Detail” by Anon _________________________________________________________ Whale fall is thick with charged particles: flesh, bone. Comes my manta shape: flat, half-lidded eyes – Song Eater, me. I swallow what remains to be said. Her last call spoke the letting go. I becoming not-I. Then she fell silent under the weight of voracious worms. Now she rests at...
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