The Water Holds Our Stories

We must live these waves.


The waves of language, of words, are irresistible. They beckon us to venture out through the surf, to trust our knowledge, our skill, our instinct, our craft, as we ride the waves.


Alison Hicks, from WAVES: The Event


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mañaina [our elders], in sotto voce murmurs

send wisdom in sea foam

power atop waves that embrace the shore


“Kantan Tasi, Song of the Sea” by Marie Therese Perez Hattori, Waves: A Confluence of Women’s Voices


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“Pages Cresting” by Anonymous



i’m trying to find someone as broken as i

as depleted

as ugly

as grief-stricken

as lost

i see beauty

i see light

i see controlled light – my favorite

i see hair

silky, almost parted down the middle, brown hair

and i think …

that used to be me


“Untitled” by Marianne Murdock, from WAVES: The Event


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May the spring of a foreign river be

your navel.

May your soul be at home where there are

no houses.

Walk carefully, well loved one,

walk mindfully, well loved one,

walk fearlessly, well loved one.

Return with us, return to us,

be always coming home.


“Initiation Song From the Finder’s Lodge” by Ursula K. Le Guin




“Waves Rising” by Anonymous



I write about people who have similar backgrounds to my ancestors​—​that is they spent decades as enslaved people … Because I have no biological future—no progeny—I have the express duty to archive my lived existence and known historical past. This is my obligation to my folks, my ancestors. I’m clear on this point. Absolutely, crystal clear.


Breena Clarke, from WAVES: The Event


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