Survivor by Judith Robinson
Jul01

Survivor by Judith Robinson

  “Survivor” by Judith Robinson     What does my writing/art mean to me? The act of creating art takes me deep inside myself while at the same time takes me away from my ordinary or everyday preoccupations. So I both shed myself and receive myself, and occupy a blessed place.   ____________________   Judith Robinson’s Artist Statement: Judith R. Robinson is a visual artist, editor, teacher,...

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The River Goddess by Alexis Mills
Jul01

The River Goddess by Alexis Mills

  “The River Goddess” by Alexis Mills depicting a character featured in the historical fiction novel, Black Rain, co-authored by the artist and Eli Salas III     Being part of the AROHO circle means: Growth in one’s art and one’s self. As a woman. As a feminist in a world where our voices are snuffed out even over our own bodies.   ____________________   Alexis Mill’s Artist...

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Claiming What’s Ours
Jul01

Claiming What’s Ours

On Claiming What’s Ours (A Distinctly Feminine Examination) In the Spring of 2022, TIDES heard the call from our Literary Ancestor Audre Lorde: “For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change.” We asked ourselves: What if AROHO removed “master” and its...

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Your Work Matters
May27

Your Work Matters

We see each woman’s work as a brush stroke in the portrait of creative women. If the way in to our deepest work is by invitation, come, reveal yourself:   The invitation my creative heart wants to receive is ___. The invitation my creative heart wants to give is ___.   Contribute your response Submit your creative work to Waves _________________________________________________________                              ...

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Sex Goblet by Ariel Fintushel
May27

Sex Goblet by Ariel Fintushel

  “Sex Goblet” by Ariel Fintushel                                                                                                                                [enshrining myself] wherever i look there’s another island [flying] skin keys into me, push me over / into the sound the maiden snaps + is gone   key into me myself, darkly reconcile green after a singe / the chorus feed us to each other love is a...

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