FEATURED ARTIST
Jane Hirshfield
A CHAIR IN SNOW
A chair in snow
should be
like any other object whited
& rounded
and yet a chair in snow is always sad
more than a bed
more than a hat or house
a chair is shaped for just one thing
to hold
a soul its quick and few bendable
hours
perhaps a king
not to hold snow
not to hold flowers
*Source: Poetry Foundation
*Artwork: Katia Aoun Hage
drink the wine
that tarries a soul
and irons it into
pleated and straight lines
imbibe a thirst
and douse it
with red, pink,
and orange drink
lest waking up
becomes real
and sleeping
a lie
EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK “AFTER THE WAR THE WOMEN SPOKE”
FREE WALLPAPER“Speak my soul
of the ebbs and tides
of that deep ocean
where you live in.
My ears long for your truths
my heart opens up
to let you in
my womb feels
your gracefulness.
Let your words
reveal the purpose
of a life
longing to be whole.”
EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK “AFTER THE WAR THE WOMEN SPOKE”
FREE WALLPAPER
Testimonials
Among half torn papers with doodling, toys and xbox sounds, endless preparations of meals and the constant pull to make connections with everything and everyone around her, Katia Aoun Hage redefines the confines of society with colored brush strokes of depth of perception and divine presence.
Collaborative Arts Collective
The words in this volume reach to the deepest part of the souls of the strongest participants in all war – the women. This is a collection of art and poetry created by Katia Aoun Hage which will enhance humanity’s grasp of both the true impact and the only real heroes of war – unarmed women and children.
Cholla Needles Arts & Literary Library
Katia Aoun Hage lives in a world where everyone is welcomed, stories are heard, and voices find their places in the fabric of life. As an artist, Katia’s inner life has always guided her creative process by fueling it with dreams, spiritual longing, and a drive to experience being touched through family, friends, nature and places.
United Church of Christ
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