Bark Skin by Jocelyn Hernandez
“Bark Skin” by Jocelyn Hernandez We fight in a delirium snaked around our own obsession Opening each other’s wounds we thought to had healed in moons past We battle demons, Hades and creatures alike And I wouldn’t fill with rage about any other concern than your trust and faith and the absence of air when you storm out We peel back birch bark layered over mold and dirt to breathe I sink into every part...
Angel in the Desert by Karen Sides
“Angel in the Desert” by Karen Sides The act of creating is stepping into my real self…it is purest freedom. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Karen Sides Artist Statement: This work portrays a pregnant angel standing alone in the desert, her wings still intact, graced by the beauty of the natural world. Though challenges abound, her feminine...
The Q | seabed or ocean floor
Q: Seabed or ocean floor. What is the difference?*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...
Immersion
For each of us as women, there is a dark place within, where hidden and growing our true spirit rises…Within these deep places, each one of us holds an incredible reserve of creativity and power, of unexamined and unrecorded emotion and feeling. The woman’s place of power within each of us is neither white nor surface; it is dark, it is ancient, and it is deep. Audre Lorde ___________________________ ...
Intermission by Carol Fox Prescott
“Intermission” by Carol Fox Prescott Ourselves and myself. What’s the difference? I have been otherwise occupied. What is my way back to this wave on which the writer in me floats? The passion of an idea that must see the light of day. The excitement of discovering the words that tell the story. The delight in the way words appear on the page when I’m writing, so different from the ones that come...