Counting and What’s Counted On by Robyn Hunt
“Counting and What’s Counted On,” by Robyn Hunt, Waves Anthology: A Confluence of Women’s Voices “Nothing thicker than a knife’s blade separates happiness from melancholy.” (Virginia Woolf, Orlando) I know for sure: 1 I am married. 2 I own a home. 3 I write poetry – creating metaphor where others claim they cannot. 4 I have a daughter; she lives elsewhere now. 5 My grandmothers, both...
Face by Marcia Meier
“My AROHO Story,” by Marcia Meier I met Saddle Road Press Publisher Ruth Thompson at AROHO in 2011 (as well as seven other women who have become very close friends), and Ruth has been on my writing journey of this memoir for all these years, encouraging and offering critical feedback. AROHO changed my life in many ways, not the least by bringing Ruth and these other dear women into my life. Until this covid year, we have...
to cleave by Barbara Rockman
to cleave, University of New Mexico Press, 2019, is a collection of poems that searches for and lays bare the mythic moments one finds even in the most ordinary life. Rockman explores themes of aging; relationship to our bodies; marriage: and the surprises, griefs and joys of motherhood. Each section urges readers to view their daily lives with renewed curiosity and wonder. Purchase In Rockman’s book there is natural observation,...
Five Sextillion Atoms by Jayne Benjulian
In a single drop of water there are five sextillion atoms, yet Earth in relation to the rest of the universe is infinitely smaller still by comparison. Jayne Benjulian takes this astonishing fact for the title of her first collection of poetry and aptly so, for these poems hold vast reaches of perception, loss, personal and family history, all with admirable compression. Among the stories these poems tell, one is the making of a poet....
Inside the Bowl (Asaayi Lake) by Leeanna Torres
“Inside the Bowl” (Asaayi Lake)” by Leeanna Torres Today I will not be going to Asaayi Lake. Kitcheyan is going to Asaayi Lake, and I am not going with him. I miss seeing the shades of water during different hours of the day, the sun moving in its journey across the sky. I will not be going to Asaayi Lake, but I imagine what it will be like there – soft reds along the bluffs and a light wind. Asaayi’s...
Art is my taste for freedom. I drown day and day until I pick up my paintbrush once again. So, somehow, I can tell myself that you’re not stuck in this room and that the canvas is the key.
Nina Salvadoré
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