Grackle Poem by Lois Harrod
“Grackle Poem” by Lois Harrod Pitch swan, know-it-all crow, oil-spill signify–– black in the bottom grass, large and lanky, long-tailed strut of tongue my murky grackle with your chunky beak–– the sun shatters your feathers bronze and blue–– ripples the opalescent Mediterranean. The darker my heart the more dash and trace. Can you see my rush my streak and hue? Yes, I am naked now black–– a village devested...
The Q | the deepest place
the deepest place Q: What treasures are secreted in the deepest places, the bathys, and how will we recover their promise?*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...
The Refracting Wave
Women hold the vision, for we are oracles. We will always remember the truth in the midst of darkness. Anzareen Chaudhury _________________________________________________________ The Q: What do we need from ourselves and each other to break pattern, to break open? Share Your Response Here “Georgia’s Palette” by Elizabeth Kenneday Read More ...
Night in Noyers by Tai Kojro-Badziak
“Night in Noyers” by Tai Kojro-Badziak ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Tai Kojro-Badziak Artist Statement: In the village, the lights go out at 10pm but the sky stays blue til about 11…. At midnight, I lie on the old stone wall by the river, listening to the quiet. The stars circle above and an owl hoots. The night envelops me in inky darkness…....
Mother, you were a seed by Anzareen Chaudhury
“Mother, you were a seed” by Anzareen Chaudhury the seed holds a banyan tree but mother you were only a seed when they treated you so harshly. you birthed me from a broken body and I was born with a broken heart which broke the more I lived and the older I grew my branches were split in thin halves and my roots never grew quite deep enough. I swayed too easily in the wind and the thunderstorms splintered me. did you...
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