“Letter to my Sister in a Mental Hospital,” by Julia Laxer
Snow falls, building like thrush on the freeway. Black palate, no answers. A daddy calls you by name, but you hear soap opera in his voice, see the frazzled tangle of memory in crepe lines. Do you see past our eyes to something else? Answers I cannot ask, you can’t afford, anger. Snow falls. Snow falls, and I call to ask if you can go outside, if you can taste the cold too, taste it in numbers or letters or shivers?...
“The Spinning Field,” by Lisa Nikolidakis
We are silk people. That’s what I tell the dipshits at my new high school, but they call me Spider-Girl. They yell, Hey, Spider-Girl! Tarantula-Breath! Arachne! Because in Tarpon Springs, everyone’s Greek. A tourist might think it’s a sweet nickname, but the rest of us know that before becoming a spider, Arachne hung herself, which is exactly what I’d do if it wouldn’t give them all globs of satisfaction. They’re sponge people, the...
“Moon Shiny Night,” by Michelle Wright
Good Friday morning. The streets are calm as cats. And the salt-soaked mist, creeping up from the beach. We leave the sliding door open at night and through the flywire it feels its way like braille. Before dawn it hangs from the balcony rails and now it’s just a shiver in the hairs on our bare arms. By early afternoon the sky is a cracked crust out past the glimmer of the roofs. Too hot for April. We recline on banana lounges like...
AROHO Office on August Hiatus for 2015 Retreat
AROHO’s small staff will be focused on the 2015 AROHO Retreat over the coming weeks; therefore, the AROHO office will be closed through the end of August. AROHO staff will be unavailable to answer email inquiries during this time, but will respond as soon as possible starting September 1. Thank you for your patience, and we look forward to being in touch soon! A Room of Her Own
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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