What is Ending by Jess Weitz
“What is Ending” by Jess Weitz I. morning sun come my way take my pain down to the cool waters lumbering into a shock of light a brown earth form grand emaciated mountain dripping milk from black teets sings the spring into being while climbing through a slit in the rocks two new forms in tow a single body holding exhaustion and power moving between roots and tree tops birthing through dreams the brown bear...
Time and Tide by Martina Mcateer
“Time and Tide” by Martina Mcateer It is when I disappear into my work that I am most visible. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Martina Mcateer Artist Statement: [This work is about] transience…how we flow also like the tide…our dream theatres within us and the duality of all. There is a sense of the ending of the old order and a whole...
Lyon Woman by Vijali Hamilton
“Lyon Woman” by Vijali Hamilton 2020 the year of the Coronavirus In the fields of life I have made myself strong as a lyon, beautiful of face. Sun giver of life, flame of fire, come forward in my body, my divine house. You are more than the light in temples, You are my strength inside. I have made transformations all at the dictates of my heart. With my name upon water may I join Thee who made me come...
December Collect by Rhett Watts
“December Collect” by Rhett Watts I whistle and drone like blue embers. Breathe in fire smoke, breathe out a sound stream. Spread ashes on a nest of spent wood as kinswomen, hearth-keepers, fires to smolder through the night....
Dawn, Annaghmakerrig 2024 by Marsha McDonald
“Dawn, Annaghmakerrig 2024” by Marsha McDonald ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Marsha McDonald Artist Statement: As a creative woman, I call myself to witness and answer to living, at this moment in time, in the world. That’s a lifetime’s work and reworking. As time changes me, my art practice changes, and my materials also change. Presently,...
The Luminous Dark by Sara Letourneau
“The Luminous Dark” by Sara Letourneau No one likes to talk about the darkness. No one wants to stand on this precipice, this isolated cliff, on an airless, new-moon night. But at some point, you will end up here, in this unwomblike cold, this constricting dread, this silence where no frogs or crickets sing, this maw with nighttime silhouettes of pine trees for sharp teeth. I cannot tell you how to leave this...
The Place Between by Sandra Duran-Wilson
“The Place Between” by Sandra Duran-Wilson I am my dreams, my imagination, and my curiosity. I am an artist with paint, land, and words. My art is how I discover who I am. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Sandra Duran-Wilson Artist Statement: I created this painting for a show in Venice called Celestial Grammar. The layers of color overlap and pull...
The Good, Pure Sound by Stephanie JT Russell
“The Good, Pure Sound” by Stephanie JT Russell #First Long unremembered now is the name of the bar where we met her that first and only time. Palest bottle blonde, indigo baby skin, thick soft trunk oscillating an explicit mezzo purr. Piloting canny exchange with her acolyte —green as chloroplast—over tidy goblets and immaculate cocktail napkins, inches from our brimming chaos of smartly lipsticked Prosecco...
Brevity/Neomexicana image and poem by Mary Roalstad
“Brevity/Neomexicana” image and poem by Mary Roalstad Dear reader, be unruly as the seasons here are transient And frequently lapse...
Flotation—The Weightlessness of Words by Viki NA
“Flotation—The Weightlessness of Words” by Viki NA We both worshipped words. The onomatopoeia, the endless parade of adjectives, the loveliness Of a rhymed couplet. We wrote poetry together, like two riders on a tandem bicycle, with Spokes for syllables, haiku for handlebars. Oftentimes in the evening, he would read to me. In my room, in his room, He’d open the pages of a book and begin. Walt Whitman, Robert...
Myeongsuk/Reverie by Judy Schavrien
“Myeongsuk/Reverie” by Judy Schavrien Myeongsuk was a well-known model in the San Francisco Bay Area. My hands, painting with pastels, imagined her in this reverie, sensual, bittersweet. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Judy Schavrien Artist Statement: Judy Schavrien is a poet, artist, and psychotherapist. As a psychotherapist, her expertise is...
Lotus Lessons by Deborah Dennis
“Lotus Lessons” by Deborah Dennis Mud-born enchanted lanterns anchor in weed swirl, pond stew, many-petaled skin of a thousand greens. Each day these tiny fountains unfold in shivers of unkempt beauty like diaphanous teacups twirling on mirrored saucers of reflection. Pink alabaster buoys bob and scatter, follow an inner law of rising, a silky shrug that releases yesterday, awash and floating. To this ancient...
Our Sky by Stephanie Nielson
“Our Sky” by Stephanie Nielson It was already late when I returned. The light from the hall illuminating Your figure in the dim. All fuzzy pajama Socks, and brown eyes flickering like embers. I’m barely through the door and you’re tossing A blanket around my shoulders, light feet Shuffling across the carpet floor. “Leave The lights off,” you hush. “Come see what I’ve found.” Tented under blankets, nestled...
Adventure in a Bottle by A.H.T.
“Adventure in a Bottle” by A.T.H. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here A.H.T. Artist Statement: I am a 16 year old writer who spends her free time writing novels, poetry, and painting scenery. Much of my life, I’ve enjoyed the advantages of coming from a diverse ethnic background as a Muslim American I have my own societal challenges to deal with and I often...
Echoes of Home—My Heart by Nsabimana Uwacu Gyslaine
“Echoes of Home—My Heart” by Nsabimana Uwacu Gyslaine I, a Rwandan woman, am a writer, artist, and storyteller, shaped by memory, culture, and the daily realities of life in my village. I am the child of Gakenke, molded by scarcity and the quiet courage of those around me. I am laughter in the market, whispering prayers of my elders, and the rhythm of long walks to school. I am also sorrow, trauma, and the...
Cloud of Unknowing by Susan Austin
“Cloud of Unknowing” by Susan Austin Due to an illness, when I could not write, this art box became a way for me to communicate. The title comes both from H.L. Humes philosophy that lenticular clouds are spiritual beings, and from the Christian mystical text, The Cloud of Unknowing. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Susan Austin Artist Statement:...
Babcia by Maria Krol-Sinclair
“Babcia” by Maria Krol-Sinclair He sits on a chair asleep feeding his feet to the fire ears gently infected Disease is both treatable and known. But no medicine. 1959 In the thin-wombed world Fever breaking the fence posts of my four year old father Ecstatically; crackingly splitting out and in. The priest came for my father climbed the fourteen steep balcons to bless him cooly. My Babcia, a young Babcia,...
Before Magellan Mapping Mission by Maurine Haltiner
“Before Magellan Mapping Mission” by Maurine Haltiner One November evening Grandmother introduces me to Venus. She points west through box elder branches spider-webbing star shine. The planet brags above the horizon. She says its name as if it belongs to her, as if she is sowing a piece in my hands. We inhale its brilliance while the quarter moon delights with a slice of white. Make no mistake— Love is light. A year...
Aphrodite by Nikki Russian
“Aphrodite” by Nikki Russian ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Nikki Russian Artist Statement: This image represents a woman’s body immortalised. Our bodies are beautiful, diverse and unique, and seeing them glorified as art – whether as a sculpture, painting, photograph, or even a piece of writing leads us to appreciate the female form without always...
Bark Skin by Jocelyn Hernandez
“Bark Skin” by Jocelyn Hernandez We fight in a delirium snaked around our own obsession Opening each other’s wounds we thought to had healed in moons past We battle demons, Hades and creatures alike And I wouldn’t fill with rage about any other concern than your trust and faith and the absence of air when you storm out We peel back birch bark layered over mold and dirt to breathe I sink into every part...
We have always known each other. Our cells breathe the same song. Our kin is paper, canvas, cloth. The light that surrounds our bodies is the first light of morning.
Susan Roney-O’Brien
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The Q: How do we move from oneself to oneness?
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