Mirrors, Trail Finders, and Citizens
“As a woman my country is the whole world.” – Virginia Woolf As we continue to imagine a borderless song-map together, may we mirror one another’s truths and doubts, lose our trail and find it, and claim the light of our dreams. We invite you to read Molly Howes, Alison Hicks, and Monteque Pope-Le Beau’s pensive poetry submissions to “Where I Am From” in full below. ...
From Cacophony, I Show Up
“But you exist somewhere. Something of you remains.” – Virginia Woolf, The Waves When Ramona Reeves asked what she could do for herself and others because she didn’t have to wait, she flung open a red tent in Austin. Making space for others often begins with making space for ourselves. How often do we, as women, bring fragments of our own lives together in order to liberate our deepest need like Lauren...
We Assemble and Rise
“The wave has tumbled me over, head over heels, scattering my possessions, leaving me to collect, to assemble, to head together, to summon my forces, rise and confront ….” – Virginia Woolf, The Waves In response to our invitation for shared dialogue, creative women around the world are participating in #womenmakewaves. We are aware that Twitter is one venue of engagement among many, so we are grateful for...
A Part of You and You and You
We all draw different words from each other and are a part of each other. We are honored to share an excerpt of “Mother” by Carolyn Gall. We invite you to read her full work below. In the spirit of Carolyn’s call, we want to take a special opportunity to invite you to become a part of a shared dialogue. Comment, forward, or creatively respond to women’s words and art shared here in digital Waves on...
We Beat Our Breasts and Hum
“We must pull ourselves up out of the chairs. We must find our coats. We must go.” – Virginia Woolf, The Waves In the purl of news, we bring our hearts and minds to bear witness upon the events in our world, past and present, our own and others. Whether at home or on the borders, we recognize distinct experiences and our voices respond in letters and art, going in the direction we are pulled, whether by grief, love,...