Olive Wood Bowl by Penelope Schott
“Olive Wood Bowl” by Penelope Schott I hadn’t understood my breath until that long ago Friday night you tried to choke me, until tremulous lungs, wanting the whole sky, burned in my chest. Whatever you tried to strangle past shaping into words will still be true. Since that night I keep a small olive wood bowl containing all the air in the world. The bowl began as an ancient tree in a white landscape...
Bearded Fig Tree: A Symbol of Struggle and Survival by Elizabeth Best
“Bearded Fig Tree: A Symbol of Struggle and Survival” by Elizabeth Best In this work, nature becomes a narrative and testament to the Spirit that dwelt in my ancestors and kept them alive so that I might exist. The beard-like aerial roots falling from the Ficus citrifolia inspired Portuguese to give the island, Barbados, its name, Los Barbados, the bearded ones. Whereas others might see deformed...
Epiphany by Patricia S. Wild
“Epiphany” by Patricia S. Wild It begins in silence It lies in wait Curled inside us It keeps its secrets, breathless Then A small sound, a thought The faintest whisper It has awakened We sense…something Stirring, growing Then Like a cobra, a lightning strike, a match to tinder, a trickle turned torrent It unfurls, shatters, blazes Then We are blinded with light, a prismatic explosion, a glittering...
Unleashing Want
She had opened her arms and unleashed nature, allowing it to merge with the threads of the canvas to create shapes that defined nothing but felt like a world. Mary Gabriel on Artist Helen Frankenthaler, Ninth Street Women Submit Your Art and Writing to WAVES “Interiors: Yearning” _________________________________________________________ I am the bird from the wings of the bird I am the...
Touchstone by Michelle S. Campbell
“Touchstone” by Michelle S. Campbell I talk about you less I guess because I just want to leave with what I came with. Not an extra bag of emotions like all the other emotions to weigh me down. Just a clean and light step in another direction. Oh yeah, of course I was hoping you would pull up a chair and sit with me. Me with you. Offer me that coveted space at your table. A spot on the faded shelf of your...
This month’s edition of WAVES is dedicated to our creative sisters whose spirits burn for their art while they are in the fight of their lives.
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How is artistic expansion the antidote to our worldly challenges?
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