Inside Frida Kahlo’s Body by Mercedes Lawry
“Inside Frida Kahlo’s Body” by Mercedes Lawry Wildfires are burning, children are returning to the womb and birds are having their wings plucked slowly, feather by feather, keeping silent. The old rich men would never understand. Shadows will eclipse the heart but something else is missing. Pain is a career and the interpretation fills canvas after canvas. Love is an echo of that pain. Where does she put it...
Sooner or Later the Body Betrays Us by Beverly Lafontaine
“Sooner or Later the Body Betrays Us” by Beverly Lafontaine The knock comes in the middle of the night. Though it has no echo, I search the outlines of chairs and tables,...
Bet You Thought You Saw the Last of Me by Rachel Durs
“Bet You Thought You Saw the Last of Me” by Rachel Durs I used to think that I hated the person I was. I used to think that I left her to die and became someone so much better, But now I know I reached into the past and grabbed her out of there And left all her hang-ups behind. Now I know I didn’t become me by ousting her, but that together we’re the hero of this story – She just happens to...
How Big the Sky by Anna Hundert
“How Big the Sky” by Anna Hundert 1. he steals my darkest lipstick, the one I never wear, and holds me tightly from behind although I do not struggle, I shake as a steady hand writes his name across my back in my darkest lipstick, the one I never wear, which isn’t very dark but dark enough to look like blood. I push him away and then let him draw me close again and then wonder if this has happened to every...
The Distance Between by Maureen McQuerry
“The Distance Between” by Maureen McQuerry You tell me to lean into sorrow as a horse leans against a fence, day after day, believing in time his weight will topple it, like a child leans into her mother, forehead to breastbone, the twin press of despair and hope. Tonight the air is charged with wanting, electric blue. The distance between a question and answer is a skitter of light, the long ache from gravid...
This month’s edition of WAVES is dedicated to our creative sisters whose spirits burn for their art while they are in the fight of their lives.
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