Fault Line with Parrot by Diane Lucille Meyer
“Fault Line with Parrot” by Diane Lucille Meyer In the very old green sketchbook, I found a watercolor sketch of a parrot. He was a borrowed pet very noisy and very active, almost more so when he saw me attempting to paint him. I retrace my random brush strokes back to the time and place when I made this sketch and I feel his effervescence and energy as I study the piece, closely and from afar, yet when I turn the...
The Q | our buoyant force
Q: How do we ride our buoyant force in the waves?*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 AfghanistanÅland...
a ping (or whalesong)
Your silence exists as does my self gathering. But so does the almost absolute silence of the world’s dawning. In such suspension, before every utterance on earth, there is a cloud, an almost immobile air. The plants already breathe, while we still ask ourselves how to speak to each other, without taking breath away from them. Luce Irigaray Naked I came into the world, but brush strokes cover me, language raises...
Shore by Lucy Aron
“Shore” by Lucy Aron Even in stillness, when you listen, there’s a heartbeat. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Lucy Aron Artist Statement: I was seduced by literature while hovering in the vicinity of my forties, and photography possessed me about a decade later. I’m self-taught in both. But I learned from a lifetime immersed in music...
The Lake Diva Briefly Considers Consequences of Heresy by L L Harper
“The Lake Diva Briefly Considers Consequences of Heresy” by L L Harper “God is a polygendered fisherperson of multi-dominational souls.” Overheard as jon boat trolls by dock on Lake Murray Sometimes the stars fall like words from the blazing lips of God who disapproves of the kindling we have become, and we burst into flame, scald moist, summer air as we burn down to charred skeletals, our path stained...
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