Elena by Beverly Hermosillo
Sep27

Elena by Beverly Hermosillo

  “Elena” by Beverly Hermosillo   I planted a weeping willow and named her Elena. In her soil, I buried my anger and shame. In her leaves, I whispered all my hopes, Dreams, and secrets. In her shade, I prayed for our forgiveness. The sounds of the wind through her leaves, Carries with it the echoes Of all that happened A song of great joy, And sorrow. Ultimately, In the presence of her beauty I found a...

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My Left Ear by Stacy Lynn
Sep27

My Left Ear by Stacy Lynn

  “My Left Ear” by Stacy Lynn     I write and I paint to understand myself and the world, to observe, to feel, to breathe, to acknowledge the shadows and see all the light. I write and I paint to be clear-eyed and whole-hearted. I write and I paint to be whole.   To have skin cancer and undergo plastic surgery to repair the damage to my left ear was traumatic, but to paint my experience was my power to...

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Don’t Rush by Gail Nyoka
Sep27

Don’t Rush by Gail Nyoka

  “Don’t Rush” by Gail Nyoka   Turn around and you’ll be grown up already. I spun upon myself turning, spinning laughing. Proving her wrong. Wishing slow time would spin as quickly as I had spun tight circle around myself. My mother is dead now Her words return turn and turn faster and faster and I am old already. I never could master time’s speed.   ____________________ Share your response to this...

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The Unraveling, I by Karen Sides
Sep27

The Unraveling, I by Karen Sides

  “The Unraveling, I” by Karen Sides     In sum, this work is about: doing the work of unraveling deeply scarred emotions; facing our inner world with honesty, love, compassion, and strength. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here   Karen Sides Artist Statement:  I love telling stories with my art and am greatly inspired by the energy of nature, the human spirit, and my...

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Regeneration
Aug30

Regeneration

  Words are blades of grass pushing past the obstacles, sprouting on the page; the spirit of the words moving in the body is as concrete as flesh and as palpable; the hunger to create is as substantial as fingers and hand.   Gloria Anzaldua   Submit Your Art and Writing to WAVES       “Breathing Life into Venus, Breathing Life into Self” by Tereza Swanda   What does my art mean to me:...

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