A Message of Courage, Love and Hope
In an AROHO demitasse . . . we spoke about the reality of our bodies making the art that we make. What sheds off. What’s observed through the window-pane. What’s left. What’s still arriving. What the frequency is. Through these words, typed as dusk falls in East England, the sky an indigo tilt, I send you a message of courage, love and hope. For your practice. For your work. For who you are becoming: alongside the...
So by Martha Andrews Donovan
“So” by Martha Andrews Donovan After Shauna Osborn’s Carved Skin And I have so many words— —Maxine Hong Kingston, The Woman Warrior I. Here, in the high desert, I am finding my way back to language. I will carry these words on my back. So. I. II. Dear Shauna, I keep circling — how to enter? I have decided to write this as a letter to you. Unformed. Still forming. Four years...
Breathing Fee by Tanya Ko Hong
“Breathing Fee” by Tanya Ko Hong Talk about the wood stacked high in the living room and what it costs to breathe in my home— raw wood, oak so long and thick— like a dead elephant stretched wall to wall. He said to acclimate takes time and more money—heartwood slow to open, to breathe— one week became a month and more. I couldn’t breathe just looking at the pile of planks— unusable, forlorn— it had to...
Generativity by Marsha Rosenzweig Pincus
“Generativity,” by Marsha Rosenzweig Pincus, Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Marsha Rosenzweig Pincus is an educator, artist, and writer. Her first screenplay, On the Corner of Eden and Grace, won recognition for Drama in Screenplay Festival 2015. In 2015, she developed and performed a one-woman show about her teaching career, Chalkdust,...
Off the Moon Path by Jane Schulman
“Off the Moon Path,” by Jane Schulman Here’s the dress I wore when we met on the mountain ridge. Light through pine sparkled gold and scarlet threads. When I slip this dress over my head, I am Helios, God of the Sun, scattering clouds and shadows. For years I followed the moon path – like an eland slips behind a cypress when lions stalk or a sailor reefs the mainsail at the captain’s bark. But on Juniper Ridge my...
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