Diaspora by Faith Holsaert
“Diaspora” by Faith Holsaert Our inheritance in the Diaspora is to live in this inexplicable space–Dionne Brand if there was a curtain we didn’t notice if there was something other than raspberries among dusty leaves we didn’t see we saw how the path wound up from the creek we knew we had to carry we knew the old man in the next town we...
The, a lyrical soliloquy by Chiori Miyagawa
“The, a lyrical soliloquy” by Chiori Miyagawa How can anyone read my chart with either thirteen or fourteen-hour differences, depending on when the candies go on sale for Halloween? Maybe fate just means chronology. Or it’s an April first joke or the second. A man’s name is a man’s name, it takes three generations to undo it. I have a girl, she has a girl, and fingers crossed, like that. At some dinner, I...
The Weight of White by Lorraine Mejia
“The Weight of White” by Lorraine Mejia He brought her to his orchard home of white snow, holding her out with pride so his family could see her beauty. They only saw her accent, saw through the bleached hair. Woman with Aztec blood! Father tried desperately to make them see. In the farmhouse attic bedroom, the grandfather clock that used to rock him to sleep now watched as she silently cried, reapplied...
And / Or / Against / For by Vero Gonzalez
“And / Or / Against / For” by Vero Gonzalez AND 1. Allows for contradictions: weak (emotional) and strong (in control of emotions), victim (defined by experiences) and survivor (defines own experiences), here (United States) and gone (Puerto Rico). Good Latina (quiet, submissive) and fierce feminist (vocal, empowered). 2. Encourages synthesis: This plus this plus this–no part of us excluded....
Terrible Fortune Inside My Head, Grenadine by Lynne Thompson
“Terrible Fortune Inside My Head, Grenadine” by Lynne Thompson inspired by Alison Saar’s sculpture “Foundered” …and my head lies, eternally, on its side, its one unbound ear cocked to the wind (always howling, racing away, exposed,...
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.
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