Wingspan by Valérie Prot
“Wingspan” by Valérie Prot My creative identity is a way to live a parallel life. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Valérie Prot Artist Statement: Valérie Prot lives in France where she teaches English. As a kid, she used to live near an abbey tower that she had always considered as the center of her own compass. Now residing on the other riverbank, this is...
Unmeasurable Distance Spanning Between Us by Suzette Bishop
“Unmeasurable Distance Spanning Between Us” by Suzette Bishop I wonder if my Pokanoket ancestor Would tell me it’s good there’s a rattlesnake in my ceiling duct, Scold me for not helping it escape, Just leaving it there to disappear or die, Remind me I’m the invader, My condo complex, most of North Laredo, open ranch land When we first moved here over twenty years ago. McMansions, posh apartment complexes, and strip...
Prayer by Rozann Kraus
“Prayer” by Rozann Kraus at the foot of the hill I am the tree from the fold of the branch I am the leaf from the twine of the leaves I am the nest from the warmth of the nest I am the egg from the crack of the egg I am the bird from the wings of the bird I am the sky from the wild of the sky I am all breath deeply inhaling I birth all that is all that was all that is to come I am the hope that this is the...
The Water Holds Our Stories
We must live these waves. … The waves of language, of words, are irresistible. They beckon us to venture out through the surf, to trust our knowledge, our skill, our instinct, our craft, as we ride the waves. Alison Hicks, from WAVES: The Event Read More _________________________________________________________ mañaina [our elders], in sotto voce murmurs send wisdom in sea foam power atop waves that...
Untitled by Marianne Murdock
“Untitled” by Marianne Murdock i’m trying to find someone as broken as i as depleted as ugly as grief-stricken as lost i see beauty i see light i see controlled light – my favorite i see hair silky, almost parted down the middle, brown hair and i think … that used to be me i see a horse sculpture and it captivates me i yearn for what you have ____________________ Share...
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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This time, there is no setting our art aside. This time, there is no setting our art asunder. This is our time.
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