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“I Dreamt of Climbing” by Jennifer Lynne Roberts To me, being part of the AROHO circle means: … that my voice will be heard, recorded, undeniable, and part of a larger story that cannot be silenced. It offers a place to learn from others and to lift up their voices as well, creating a community where women’s stories are not only told but valued. In this exchange, art and writing become more than...
Early by Susan Roney-O’Brien
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The Q | clearing the waters
Q: Do clear waters enhance what we create? Can the act of creating clear the waters?*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 /...
oneself to oneness
. . . My art is the way I re-establish the bonds that unite me to the universe. Ana Mendieta . . . No matter what is going on, I put my hand to pen or paint, and everything else is crowded out. I become a daffodil in the wind, a cloud dancing with spirits. I become free and human. Janell Moon “The Place Between” by Sandra Duran-Wilson I am my dreams, my...
What is Ending by Jess Weitz
“What is Ending” by Jess Weitz I. morning sun come my way take my pain down to the cool waters lumbering into a shock of light a brown earth form grand emaciated mountain dripping milk from black teets sings the spring into being while climbing through a slit in the rocks two new forms in tow a single body holding exhaustion and power moving between roots and tree tops birthing through dreams the brown bear...
Does the sea remember everything? I wonder.
Does she absorb everything? Does she keep it safe?
Virginia Woolf
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The Q: Can you fathom the spectacle that would be created if we moved together, arms outstretched, close enough to touch?
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