Molding by Sokunthary Svay
“Molding” by Sokunthary Svay “…the apsaras always appear on the stone in the same pose derived from that of a flying figure…standing isolated from the world on a lotus blossom or flying in the open air, they are the divine symbols of joy.” -Maurice Glaize, Angkor: A Guide to the Angkor Monuments Cambodian girls in roadside salons idolize them in curls. The eternal female sculpted for worship, protector...
The Photographer’s Model by Jeannette Miller
“The Photographer’s Model” by Jeannette Miller The hard, round lens moved toward me, its eye growing smaller the closer it came. You pictured me until the numbers wouldn’t escalate to hang on a white wall, a row of trophies, their corners pinned securely, the...
My Body Is Not Your Politics by Hannah Bonner
“My Body Is Not Your Politics” by Hannah Bonner My body is not your politics. On the bus, in the Laundromat, in the classroom, on the stained mattress, stuck in line for groceries, pressed together, like petals in a book, waiting for the sign “walk” in green, my body is not your politics. In the dark tunnel of the alleyway building with the tumult of a March wind, among the blue fissures of the call light on...
A Number of Blue Women by Anita M. Barnard
“A Number of Blue Women” by Anita M. Barnard I They cannot help it; they were painted like that, nude, in that unshrinking shade. Their bodies round, revealed, as ripe as the red and yellow fruit around them, vibrant. The air quivers clear between them, the curving bodies of the fruit and the women. This one in the corner, near us, lounging, displays her round and ample backside. The shades of blue arcing in...
Why My Body by Antonia Clark
“Why My Body” by Antonia Clark Because I’ve made it a temple and worshipped at its altar. Because I’ve stuffed it with secrets and let it make me sorry. Because it can’t follow directions, a slave to delay and meander. Because I’ve tried to conceal it, desiring the bodies of others. Because I’ve scraped and scarred it, teaching it needless lessons. Because it’s the seed of...
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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How is artistic expansion the antidote to our worldly challenges?
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