Maxine by Sun Cooper
“Maxine” by Sun Cooper ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Sun Cooper Artist Statement: Sun Cooper has been in AROHO community since 2015 and served five years as WAVES editor and Fire Heart Sister. Prior, she was named AROHO’s Blackbird Fellow and attended the writer’s retreat at Ghost Ranch where she first found sisterhood in the world of arts...
Orlando is the Story of a Writer by Maxine Hong Kingston
“ORLANDO IS THE STORY OF A WRITER” BY MAXINE HONG KINGSTON Tuesday, August 11, 2019 (audio file 150811a – 25 m 51s) Transcribed by Tobi Harper Introduction, Kate Gale, Ph.D.: Now that we’re all fully awake, it is my privilege to introduce Maxine Hong Kingston. The work of a great work is that – after you’ve experienced it – you cannot imagine your life without it. Think about your life without...
Goddess on a Shelf by Jennifer Lothrigel
“Goddess on a Shelf,” by Jennifer Lothrigel, Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices Jennifer Lothrigel is a photographer, spiritual healer, and poet residing in the San Francisco Bay area. Her work has been published in Trivia – Voices of Feminism, Narrative Northeast, Poetry Quarterly, Firefly Magazine, Cordella Magazine, We’ Moon and elsewhere. “My camera has been my constant companion … it offers...
Editor’s Note, Diane Gilliam
EDITOR’S NOTE: TO READERS AND CONTRIBUTORS The work you have in your hand comes to you from many places, through many voices and many lives. The impulse to hold these voices and lives together in a book of their own was born in New Mexico, from A Room of Her Own Foundation, whose mission has always been to bring women together in service of their own collective wisdom and creativity–to share what can be shared, and to...
Body II by Jendi Reiter
“Body II” by Jendi Reiter I would have to become nobody before I told you these things. Put my soul into a doll. A lampshade with fuzzy tassels on it. I would have to learn to knit for hours. Become someone whose mind was filled with pink stitches. I would have to be a whore on the boulevard. Wash my thighs in the same puddle that the cars rolled over. There is no way I would tell you these things wearing my...