The Ghigau Women by Sun Cooper
“The Ghigau Women” by Sun Cooper The Ghigau Women ᎩᎦᎤ, or the Ghigau, was a title bestowed by the Cherokee clans upon extraordinary women who had demonstrated uncommon bravery and benevolence in battle and in community; this title was held for life and literally translates: “beloved war woman.” She was given a ceremonial symbol of her role: a white swan’s wing. Its anatomy is both graceful and powerful enough...
Village Shakti by Verena Tay
“Village Shakti” by Verena Tay (for Kamini Ramachandran) I, woman, dance for me! My spine snakes into talons, your gaze pierced. My breast-hip curves to heart beats, your rhythm smashed. My feet pound paths fresh, your grasp spent. My smile bites Eve’s apple,...
Isles of the Wise by Sharon Suzuki-Martinez
“Isles of the Wise” by Sharon Suzuki-Martinez Led by women since time immemorial, the world’s last official matriarchal religion survives in the Ryukyu Islands (Okinawa). My mother’s parents and all their parents were born on these islands. Mom never wanted to visit, and characteristically, would not explain why. This mystery always drew me to Okinawa. When I finally visited, my husband and I saw utaki or...
Water Women by Alla Bozarth
“Water Women” by Alla Bozarth We do not want to rock the boat, you say, mistaking our new poise for something safe. We smile secretly at each other, sharing the reality that for some time we have not been in the boat. We jumped or were pushed or fell, and some leaped overboard. Our bodies form a freedom fleet, our dolphin grace is power. We learn and teach and as we go each woman sings~ each woman’s hands are...
St. Lunatic by Gayle Bell
“St. Lunatic” by Gayle Bell That’s what my kids call me able to try to fix the whole world in a single bleeding heart I bare it all baby an offered hat, clothes still with good wear a burger, coffee, a shoulder, an ear Ms. June has a smile like a brown berry sunshine a greeting like a country hug Mr. Willie can sing spirituals that would make a statue get happy Alabama tats on a shoulder A yes mam, Gods...
Art is my taste for freedom. I drown day and day until I pick up my paintbrush once again. So, somehow, I can tell myself that you’re not stuck in this room and that the canvas is the key.
Nina Salvadoré
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