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...
Because We Never by Emily Geminder
“Because We Never” by Emily Geminder never in cars never on a dare never in the back room of somebody’s basement never playing never have I ever never once except once because I didn’t think it was so bad but they said it was bad because those sluts they would know those sluts meaning had sex meaning car riding glitter jeweled meaning nelly was cool hot in herre...
A Clearing in the Waves
_________________________________________________________ For every truth told, how many go unspoken? … I wanted to make of these pages a book that would split open whatever parts of the world it might touch. Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices, Editor’s Note, Diane Gilliam “A Clearing in the Waves” by Anonymous _________________________________________________________ . . ....
Blue Wave by Diane Sanborn
“Blue Wave” by Diane Sanborn As a creative woman, I define my creative identity in the following way: After many years of painting, I have learned to engage myself in a conversation with my work and to visually listen to what the painting is telling me. Over the years I have acquired a data bank of visual information that never sleeps. When I work, I hear the voices of instructors that were genuinely...
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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