I Am the Petals by Christine Redman-Waldeyer
“I Am the Petals” by Christine Redman-Waldeyer I’m not the mechanic, the machinist like my maternal grandfather, nor the carpenter like my father and his father. No, I am a girl first in pigtails, then two long brown braids, a silhouette of everything dark in our ancestry. I am the poet. I am the birds I feed, the time I squander thinking of all the things we shouldn’t be, then all the things we could be. I...
Her Garden by Christine Sloan Stoddard
“Her Garden” by Christine Sloan Stoddard In response to The Q Creative Form: What is A Room of Your Own? ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Christine Sloan-Stoddard Artist Statement: I am a Salvadoran-American writer and interdisciplinary artist who was born and raised in Virginia. Currently, I live in New York City, where I earned my MFA at The City...
Drummer: Beat of a Longing Soul by Ashley Mintz
“Drummer: Beat of a Longing Soul” by Ashley Mintz In response to The Q Creative Form: What is A Room of Your Own? ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Ashley Mintz Artist Statement: I’m a visual artist and writer currently creating in Nashville, Tennessee. I feel that my spiritual journey has been led by artistic and creative urges and my work...
At the Yoga Shanti Class for Cancer Survivors by Cheryl Buchanan
“At the Yoga Shanti Class for Cancer Survivors” by Cheryl Buchanan We stand in Mountain Pose, Tadasana, a giant step back with the right. Bend the left leg, left thigh parallel to Mother Earth. We lean, prayer-hands connected. The Sanskrit Yoga gives us “yoke,” of the self and the divine. We look like any class, but for the socks and headwraps, We need to minimize exposure among the diagnosed and staged. Feel...
Crone Hands by Molly Howes
“Crone Hands” by Molly Howes Her large hands bear bony knuckles and uneven, cracked fingernails. An array of rounded patches holds the history of warts. Thin scars line her fingers, the result of working with too much speed and not enough caution. Her hands are functional, not things of beauty. When she was a child, their unloveliness stood out more. By her teens, her hands resembled an ancient witch’s: worn...
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