Seamstress by Frankie Francis
“Seamstress” by Frankie Francis When I take the time to slow down, meet myself where I’m at, I discover how my heart only longs for one thing: Peace. Peace that comes from closing wounds. Wounds spill open, slowly ooze over crumbling walls, flooding the past, vacating love. Peace that comes from accepting my demons, failures, insecurities, knowing the shadows are not me. They are figments, they are fables....
Ritual in Process
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Dissonance
… We have lost the imagination for what our real lives have been or continue to be, what happens when we go home and close the door on the outside world. Since so many would like us to never mention anything unsettling anyway, the impulse to be quiet, the impulse to deny and pretend, becomes very strong. But the artist knows all about that impulse. The artist knows that it must be resisted. Art is not meant to be polite, secret,...
Dissonance in Being
Dissonance Q: How does dissonance inhabit your creative being?*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...
Offering of the Ocean Winds by Nadia Dabul
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We have always known each other. Our cells breathe the same song. Our kin is paper, canvas, cloth. The light that surrounds our bodies is the first light of morning.
Susan Roney-O’Brien
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The Q: How do we move from oneself to oneness?
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