The Queen of Cups

The Queen of Cups sits on a throne at the edge of the water. Waves lick her toes and she holds a chalice and symbolizes things. What I always think when I see this tarot card is: someone had to bring in that throne.

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birdgirl

Not long after we arrived in Australia, I drew a picture. I know this because my mother kept it and I have it now. Dusty it sits downstairs on top of a chest of drawers. A fading buttery card inside a simple square wooden frame.

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Fauna

Three days before the final ceremony, Husay walked barefoot in the evergreen dark. Surrounded by her elders, with their flaking black trunks and branches clawing strands from her six black braids, she tried to pass through as incorporeal

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Letter to My Imaginary Daughter

Dear Daughter: I want to share with you the things that are passed down from mothers to daughters, what I wish my own mother had told me, what you will tell your daughter one day. These are stories that will teach you about growing up, about what you wish for and what you are given, and what will be taken away.

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Istikhara

Potted cups of empty soil, except for African Violets. Now there’s snow. Pressed frost against lone windowpane. A forgotten prayer for guidance. Dua dwindled with whispered wishes….

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Justice for All

Separation and belonging have been persistent themes throughout my life. Reflecting this idea, I attach pieces together until they form a solid unit each belonging to the other. My point of entry as a mixed-media artist has been purposing various types of textiles, wood, bronze and collected objects in ways that present…

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