I Could Say I Come From by Elizabeth Cohen
“I Could Say I Come From” by Elizabeth Cohen I could say I come from dust, from rocks Potatoes, centuries of bloody fingers, tatting lace I could say I come a thousand years wandering in a desert Russian steppes, pograms death camps, bone yards I could say I come from candles reversed mirrors glasses of wine I could say I come from a Purple heart, moldy feet in the jungles of the Philippines from decoded...
Elena by Beverly Hermosillo
“Elena” by Beverly Hermosillo I planted a weeping willow and named her Elena. In her soil, I buried my anger and shame. In her leaves, I whispered all my hopes, Dreams, and secrets. In her shade, I prayed for our forgiveness. The sounds of the wind through her leaves, Carries with it the echoes Of all that happened A song of great joy, And sorrow. Ultimately, In the presence of her beauty I found a...
My Left Ear by Stacy Lynn
“My Left Ear” by Stacy Lynn I write and I paint to understand myself and the world, to observe, to feel, to breathe, to acknowledge the shadows and see all the light. I write and I paint to be clear-eyed and whole-hearted. I write and I paint to be whole. To have skin cancer and undergo plastic surgery to repair the damage to my left ear was traumatic, but to paint my experience was my power to...
Don’t Rush by Gail Nyoka
“Don’t Rush” by Gail Nyoka Turn around and you’ll be grown up already. I spun upon myself turning, spinning laughing. Proving her wrong. Wishing slow time would spin as quickly as I had spun tight circle around myself. My mother is dead now Her words return turn and turn faster and faster and I am old already. I never could master time’s speed. ____________________ Share your response to this...
The Unraveling, I by Karen Sides
“The Unraveling, I” by Karen Sides In sum, this work is about: doing the work of unraveling deeply scarred emotions; facing our inner world with honesty, love, compassion, and strength. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Karen Sides Artist Statement: I love telling stories with my art and am greatly inspired by the energy of nature, the human spirit, and my...
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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