Scribbling Song by Sandra Inskeep-Fox
“Scribbling Song” by Sandra Inskeep-Fox The scribbling becomes my song: harmonious Scratching of pen on paper, The ink swelling into a picture: Black, bubbling, oneristic voice Whispering “Holy, holy, holy.” Harmony of memory &...
The Q | entering the clearing
Q: How do you clear space in spirit and in life for your work?*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* State / Province / Region...
Sages of Haiti by Vanessa Charlot
“Sages of Haiti” by Vanessa Charlot I seek to capture raw beauty in people as they balance their lives between resilience and struggle. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Vanessa Charlot Artist Statement: I’m a self-taught lesbian documentary photographer from Miami. I had the opportunity to document intimate parts of everyday living in Haiti...
Anath by Gayle Bell
“Anath” by Gayle Bell In the beginning of a time we knew as sacred Friendly enemies at the cornucopia The mark of Cain furiously scrubbed and oiled Laying at bay the darkness the curse of dark continents You ruffled my hair twined in my fist Growl the name my momma shouted You taste like dark mango looked at me all hot eyed I looked at you all hot eyed The moment was air and...
Ophelia’s Flowers by Yvonne Hosey
“Ophelia’s Flowers” by Yvonne Hosey In sum, this work is about: Longing for something to the point of madness, being stifled, belittled and considered just a vessel. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Yvonne Hosey Artist Statement: I am an artist, a lover of vibrant color, an unabashed feminist, mother by choice and wife. My art means everything...
Does the sea remember everything? I wonder.
Does she absorb everything? Does she keep it safe?
Virginia Woolf
. . .
The Q: Can you fathom the spectacle that would be created if we moved together, arms outstretched, close enough to touch?
The Q: What echoes through you that longs to take form—a poem, an image, a mark, a whisper of becoming?
Recent From Waves
-
fathoms Feb 28, 2026 -
-
-
-
