What Does My Art Mean to Me by Karel Sloane-Boekbinder
“What Does My Art Mean to Me” by Karel Sloane-Boekbinder She built her wings out of her cage fashioned them carefully from ribs of iron each rib stripped patiently rivet by rivet then reshaped to bend in the wind no wax was added she did not need Icarus to tell her this fabric instead patches from the quilts of her Grandmothers’ resourcefulness stitched with the precision of her Grandfathers’ hands she built...
clear waters
. . . Does the sea remember everything? I wonder. Does she absorb everything? Does she keep it safe? Virginia Woolf . . . “Lifting Waves” by Anonymous _________________________________________________________ Even if you have never awakened to find the room moon-suffused, the odd shoe casting blue shadow, windowpanes gridding the rug in elongated mosaics, even if that...
At Black Root River by Sara Robinson
“At Black Root River” by Sara Robinson While it is very early Spring along the frozen edges of Black Root River, an angler of quite some age, sitting on a large stone rock, having found a dry spot free of brown snow and mostly level, picks through her fly box. It’s an old banged up relic (not too unlike her) but still useful and from her 20s. A gift from her grandpa who fished this same river from almost this...
I Dreamt of Climbing by Jennifer Lynne Roberts
“I Dreamt of Climbing” by Jennifer Lynne Roberts To me, being part of the AROHO circle means: … that my voice will be heard, recorded, undeniable, and part of a larger story that cannot be silenced. It offers a place to learn from others and to lift up their voices as well, creating a community where women’s stories are not only told but valued. In this exchange, art and writing become more than...
Early by Susan Roney-O’Brien
“Early” by Susan Roney-O’Brien Even if you have never awakened to find the room moon-suffused, the odd shoe casting blue shadow, windowpanes gridding the rug in elongated mosaics, even if that has not yet happened, and when, on the rare chance, it does, slide your legs from under covers, pause, wait for your eyes to adjust before you stand. Smooth the sheet. Pull blankets over. Pat pillows down. Listen....
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