Someone Blundered by Leonore Hildebrandt
“Someone Blundered” by Leonore Hildebrandt For nothing was simply one thing. Virginia Woolf While father paces and declares, mother takes a moment by the window. In her own room, the girl finds that words are emboldened by the sounds of waves–– the other Lighthouse was true too. Here the picture wants a daub–– perhaps this time it is their boat. The girl is...
Solitary Prism by Kathleen Hellen
“Solitary Prism” by Kathleen Hellen —at the House of Inscriptions, Little Moreton Hall, Aug. 3, 1649 in this custom of the bride—a girl The beautiful gardens encircling The trefoils and the quatrefoils as rings inside of rings The long gallery where the Queen herself had danced The magnificent bay where panes were scored on upper-storey windows The “a” looks like an...
Three-Legged Foal by Yania Padilla Sierra
“Three-Legged Foal” by Yania Padilla Sierra Who built this pen I am kept in? Stark and sterile, no tender grass For my tender mouth. No sweet bales to lie on. Run I would, if walk could I. I am a three-legged foal. In the amniotic ocean A lovely cinder Venus was I, ‘til Father cracked his whip, splitting the mare And in so doing was I. Mare a gnashing Fury in her anguish. I proffered my leg-Mother, maim I....
The Gift of Veneer by Melva Sue Priddy
“The Gift of Veneer” by Melva Sue Priddy -after Li-Young Lee To keep me facing the hole in the veneered door hung just that week in our two year old bathroom where none had hung before, he sat on the side of the bed and pulled me between his legs. Had you entered, then, you would have thought you saw a man who cared. “You see that door. You see that hole.” I was transfixed his voice so unexpectedly careful; I looked...
La Guapa by Marianela Medrano
“La Guapa” by Marianela Medrano No one has ever seen a Ciguapa, but Grandma and Grandpa told me the story so many times that it became reality. Tia Ceci, Mami and Papi, told it to me so many times that it got recorded in my cells the way important things are recorded. If you don’t believe me, ask Nelly. She also heard the same story. The two of us listened as if there was nothing else to do in the world...
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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