Abandoned Garden by Ellaraine Lockie
“Abandoned Garden” by Ellaraine Lockie Lying on the long side of time a partially buried Meissen vase Crackled like paper crunched in the fist of an accident Its mouth growing sweet peas and pansies A pioneer woman’s attempt to civilize an untamed land As though she were out gathering a bouquet for a quilting bee in her homestead house when some tragedy befell her The house now as much a ghost as she...
Ruin
… Rain never falls in straight lines, there are always breaks, pauses between raindrops like hyphens tumbling from the sky. “Control” by Shirani Rajapakse Read More Submit Your Art and Writing to WAVES “Into the Universe” by Hariclia Michailidou Read More _________________________________________________________ I ask the hole Hole in what darkness...
The Hollow by Juanita Kirton
“The Hollow” by Juanita Kirton (shadow of depression is long stretched across my waist a rubber band taut) on the precipice of the depression squeezed tight hours of light rare darkness creeps closer circling knotted breath help from doctors meds advise her meditate walk pet a dog unmask the shame the suffering tumbling traumatized...
Take by Taylor Pate
“Take” by Taylor Pate It is never too late to accomplish your goals or discover who you are meant to be. It is always the right time to take action, to take a chance on yourself rather than to let the world take from you. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Taylor Pate Artist Statement: I am an artist, specializing in painting and drawing, with my creative roots...
Needles by Cheryl Passanisi
“Needles” by Cheryl Passanisi The consequences often involve blood – in my childhood needles were essential, I was given a needle and taught embroidery as a young child and would often poke myself drawing blood, eliciting tears, or the needle dad sterilized with a match to pick out my splinter or all those fairy tales with needles and blood or my grandmother’s knitting needles used to knit us all sweaters,...
Does the sea remember everything? I wonder.
Does she absorb everything? Does she keep it safe?
Virginia Woolf
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The Q: Can you fathom the spectacle that would be created if we moved together, arms outstretched, close enough to touch?
The Q: What echoes through you that longs to take form—a poem, an image, a mark, a whisper of becoming?
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