Untitled jisei series by Shirley Plummer
“Untitled jisei series” by Shirley Plummer Based on Lewis Turco’s Paradigm have morning birds flown? still earth under empty sky do you fear the dark birds of prey swooping ’round me circling the death that is near sweet song of blackbird plucks at the strings of a harp my heart cries out at fledgeling’s wistful entreaty owl eyes terrorize alarmed child...
Visit to Sete by Lynn Tudor Deming
“Visit to Sete” by Lynn Tudor Deming Long drive down the coast to reach That small cemetery set over the sea White tombstones tilting their sails Under the fragrant pines Immensity of light. An old man with his cane Perched alone in the staggering sun Come to feed the cats Elegant in a blue turtleneck Knowing the hunger of the stray. My father lay once in the nursing home His cane by the bed Fully attired for...
When the Moonlight by Berwyn Moore
“When the Moonlight” by Berwyn Moore in memory of Ann Contact inhibition: The cessation of cellular growth and division due...
Woman Waiting by Antonia Clark
“Woman Waiting” by Antonia Clark She ignores clocks and calendars, lets time slip through her fingers. One summer, she ran barefoot all the way to Hartland, a love note clutched in her fist, her hair like fire taken by wind, a thin cotton skirt clinging to her bare legs. So easy, then, to question perfect strangers about birth, blood, to keep faith with her own body’s deep secrets. Now, she smooths a...
Bernard Brings a Drink by Jill Barth
“Bernard Brings a Drink” by Jill Barth Bernard holds out his hand to his regular. Old, hatted, nodding Marie takes her seat in the sun. No struggle is mentioned, though he watched her lose balance at least twice on her way to his café. He reimagines her fall: rumpled skirts and moans of pain. He’s seen her fall. Before the wine and after. At her seat, she moves her feet lightly on the pea...
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
. . .
Seabed or ocean floor? What is the difference?
Submit Your Art & Writing to WAVES
. . . . . . . . .
We meet each other in waves of light, waves of vision, waves of sound–a studio beyond boundaries.
Creative sisters, shoulder to shoulder, shore to shore.
This time, there is no setting our art aside. This time, there is no setting our art asunder. This is our time.
October 11 | expansion | noon to 3pm EST
December 6-7 | oneness | noon to noon EST | dip in and out throughout this twenty-four hour wave
Recent From Waves
-
seabed or ocean floor Sep 26, 2025
