Third Platoon Learns Cover & Concealment by Karen Skolfield
“Third Platoon Learns Cover & Concealment” by Karen Skolfield Our hair smelled of canvas and green. Alexis sat cross-legged and touched my cheekbone with one finger. She paused as she scanned my face: “light in the valleys, dark on the hills. I swear, you look good in green.” I wove leaves into her helmet, tried to stay still and shivered as she softened the lines from brown to green. We learned to move...
Delores (Part Two) by Esther Cohen
“Delores (Part Two)” by Esther Cohen My daughter Josephine some family I have they are a reality show I love every single one my daughter Josephine I have six children baby is 52 that doesn’t qualify for baby unless you’re her mother my daughter Josephine she is sixty this year still a wild card she’s the smartest one of all of them. Had a baby when she was 17. My first grandchild. She married Tom a handsome...
Delores (Part One) by Esther Cohen
“Delores (Part One)” by Esther Cohen My friend Delores she’s 82 beautiful missing a few body parts doesn’t let that get in her way makes money cleaning houses handsome lover named Jim one good leg that’s enough for me said Delores she got a big turkey for 8 dollars at Shoprite invited some people made 3 kinds of cookies including pumpkin oatmeal my friend Delores says she’s grateful for what she has for what...
Before the Show by Donna J. Gelagotis Lee
“Before the Show” by Donna J. Gelagotis Lee Under the lone light bulb like a fluorescent moon, with the smell of wood, concrete under our feet. Clip clock. The snap of the crossties to the halter. I comb the mane until it’s silky & you separate the thin strands of hair and cross each one...
A Wish for Wings
Dear Creative Sister, When we dare to meet in the deepest pools of creative intention, how will we introduce ourselves? A Room of Her Own’s long vision is to amass a multimedia mother archive of the collective memory and storied history of women artists and writers. Weaving the diverse voices of our radiant Waves Anthology together with newly-submitted creative work, responses to The Q, Global Camps, and more, each...
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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Seabed or ocean floor? What is the difference?
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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.
December 6-7 | oneness | noon to noon EST | dip in and out throughout this twenty-four hour wave
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seabed or ocean floor Sep 26, 2025
