“A Redhead Brunette and Blonde: My Muse was a Bird,” by Jennifer Ruden
The first one to quit writing had fiery red hair and a penchant for dark haired men (and women) who lacked formal education. Once, while we were in graduate school, we woke up in the same bed. “Now this doesn’t worry me,” she had said. “But he does.” She motioned to a young man crashed on the sofa: jeans around his ankles, tender white boxers dangerously close. “Do you know who that is?” I did not. The redhead wrote poems about...
“The Impermanence of Human Sculptures,” by Tanaya Winder
The essential “arrangements”— choose a coffin to keep her protected from “the elements.” Given sufficient time we rust like iron, disintegrate in the presence of air moisture and water. The palpable aging of paper. Do we all sleep like marble statues, fixed points in a room with locked expressions? Interpreting the abstract space dangling between waking and sleeping is an obsessive repetition....
Carolyn Guinzio Awarded 2010 To the Lighthouse Prize
Carolyn Guinzio’s manuscript “Spoke & Dark” is the winner of the 2010 To the Lighthouse Poetry Publication Prize, selected by judge Alice Quinn.
Heron Island by Roberta Harold
Heron Island by Roberta Harold AROHO’s Ghost Ranch retreats have been the literary equivalent of blood transfusions for me, full of inspiration, challenge, learning, and fellowship. Something strange and magical happens when the wheels of my car rattle over the cattle-guard, an energizing and calming suffusion as bracing and clear as the high desert air. I’m inspired by the generosity of spirit that drove...
Silent Embrace by Ann Angel
Silent Embrace by Ann Angel AROHO helped me see that I am not alone in valuing the stories of women. We have earned a place in the world with our art, our voices, and the way we face life with unflinching honesty and healing perspectives. Working with all the women at the AROHO Retreat rekindled my passion for telling these stories. Since my last retreat I continue to write biographies, but I have also begun working with...
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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