Ama by Nikki Russian
“Ama” by Nikki Russian The clear water ripples as the small clan of Ama dive with glinting daggers, lungs filled with enough air to reach the deep seabed. The bright sun streams reflections across their strong, naked bodies, darkened from a life under the sea. Scars fleck their skin from sharp fins and coral shards. Under the water, their eyes open in the salt, watching and waiting for their prey. They dart...
Against the Tide by Janet Thomas
“Against the Tide” by Janet Thomas The morning is balmy and still. A woman in a floral bathing cap and thick white bath robe walks towards the sea. Her gait is slow and measured, the walking sticks an extra set of limbs. Fifteen metres from the water’s edge she lets the sticks fall and drops the robe from her shoulders. Her limbs are weathered driftwood; the pale green bathing suit clings to her like the too...
Kantan Tasi, Song of the Sea by Mary Therese Perez Hattori
“Kantan Tasi, Song of the Sea” by Mary Therese Perez Hattori EKUNGOK LISTEN to kantan tåsi the song of the sea mañaina, in sotto voce murmurs send wisdom in sea foam power atop waves that embrace the shore salty sea spray kisses across my face EKUNGOK LISTEN Minetgot, Guinaiya, Lina’la Strength, Love, Life Minetgot, Guinaiya, Lina’la Strength, Love, Life delivered by ocean currents umbilical...
Song Eater by Ruth Thompson
“Song Eater” by Ruth Thompson It’s rich here— flesh, bone, nice bits falling. Comes my manta shape— Song Eater, me— I swallow what remains to be said. I heard her letting go. Then the noise of voracious worms. But potential music still clouds around her. I come to gullet that— until the sponge of me is full with it. Then I swim up, swollen as a wave— you can see me out here if you look— curved like a...
About the Ocean by Ginny Bitting
“About the Ocean” by Ginny Bitting What I want to tell you is that the ocean is not so scary once you decide to go to sea. If you stand on the beach and only watch the waves crash on the shore you will want to hide, but if you gather the courage to leave solid ground, you can ride them out over the great chasm where their violence will subside. You will float toward a horizon wide enough to swallow your fear...
This month’s edition of WAVES is dedicated to our creative sisters whose spirits burn for their art while they are in the fight of their lives.
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