Babcia by Maria Krol-Sinclair
“Babcia” by Maria Krol-Sinclair He sits on a chair asleep feeding his feet to the fire ears gently infected Disease is both treatable and known. But no medicine. 1959 In the thin-wombed world Fever breaking the fence posts of my four year old father Ecstatically; crackingly splitting out and in. The priest came for my father climbed the fourteen steep balcons to bless him cooly. My Babcia, a young Babcia,...
Before Magellan Mapping Mission by Maurine Haltiner
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Aphrodite by Nikki Russian
“Aphrodite” by Nikki Russian ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Nikki Russian Artist Statement: This image represents a woman’s body immortalised. Our bodies are beautiful, diverse and unique, and seeing them glorified as art – whether as a sculpture, painting, photograph, or even a piece of writing leads us to appreciate the female form without always...
Bark Skin by Jocelyn Hernandez
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Angel in the Desert by Karen Sides
“Angel in the Desert” by Karen Sides The act of creating is stepping into my real self…it is purest freedom. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Karen Sides Artist Statement: This work portrays a pregnant angel standing alone in the desert, her wings still intact, graced by the beauty of the natural world. Though challenges abound, her feminine...
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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