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08.03  .21 

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i know the tall trees, crowned golden then stripped bare
WALNUT GROVE PARK

Granite-huddled causeway ends; a lighthouse. Memory-water creeps - stretches - shrinking me
LA CORBIÈRE

the river is touch
waves caress, as lover
or mother
THE DETROIT RIVER

Anywhere, I am beside a woman I am at home
WITH WOMEN

wind unrelenting
stirs the sand,
cleansing;
skin and soul abradedPADRE ISLAND NATIONAL SEASHORE

pulsing vastness
under midnight sunlight
contradictorily turbulent
silent
raging
stillBENNETT LAKE IN CARCROSS, YUKON TERRITORY, CANADA

we arrive at night, the barren moonscape a mystery until dawnA NIGHT BACKCOUNTRY CAMPING IN THE ANZA BORREGO DESERT, CALIFORNIA

a crumbling fire escape
forty stories
beside the nesting hawksTHE ROOF OF THE ABANDONED BOOK TOWER IN DETROIT, MICHIGAN

My refuge and work-station. Alone, weighted by a duvet
MY BED

Home, hearth, heart of adventures. Or there and back again
THE OLD OAK

Crossing the line between snow and rock, where joy begins
ANY MOUNTAIN

the sky falls like dust into the sea- all blues
CÔTE D'AZUR

memories. childhood. security. comfort. loose chits of paper. photographs, books. nature walks. friendships. first kisses
MY PARENTS' HOME

where I am not my body, but my idea
SOMEWHERE I BELONG

Reflective repository, database for barnacle encounters, a pocket of survivalCOASTAL TIDE POOL

Books in rows: freedom, knowledge, my mother brings me weekly
THE LIBRARY

Closed forever but a place I could cry, laugh, relax and eat in comfortably
BARBOUR & PARLOUR

No hiking trail is too difficult for a woman to climb
HIKING TRAILS

I peek behind black curtains, simultaneously consume meCHENAB NAGAR, PAKISTAN/ PORTOBELLO BEACH, SCOTLAND

I would happily talk to the bin-men in bad mandarin
SUHE CANAL, SHANGHAI

Cleveland is my city. Art thrives here. So do I
CLEVELAND, OHIO

She breathes, at peace, and reminds me that I'm alive
PARKWOOD SPRINGS, SHEFFIELD

All giddy blue, garlic, and deer bums vanishing into thickets
FLITWICK WOOD

Water moving to coldy ignore me, chalk going to the skyCHENAB NAGAR, PAKISTAN/ PORTOBELLO BEACH, SCOTLAND

To all my senses, the beach feels like home
THE BEACH

This space is mine, my safety, my security, my independence
MY HOME

Motherhood came young. I chose it fully, never looked back
HOME










Walnut Grove Park. La Corbière. With Women. Detroit River. Padre Island. Bennett Lake. Abandoned Book Tower. A Night Backcountry. The Old Oak. My Bed. Côte D'Azur. Any Mountain. My Parent's Home. Somewhere I Belong. The Library. Coastal Tide Pool. Hiking Trails. Barbour & Parlour. Suhe Canal. Chenab Nagar. Portobello Beach. Parkwood Springs. Cleveland. Flitwick Wood. My Home. The Beach. Home. 




THIS PLACE highlights the dynamic and meaningful narratives by women in the simplest form – to explore and understand the importance of the connection between women and places. The range of poetic, simple and distinct places written about in response are evidence of this connection.

FLORESTA chooses to challenge the restrictions and boundaries which women encounter in places. Places heavily determine, influence and direct our sense of identity, however, women have continuously dealt with increased inaccessibility, exclusion and discrimination.
NOTE

Aileen Luo, Claire Carroll, Jax, Kristina Sheufelt, Ruth Callaghan do Valle, Claire Robinson, Sevana, Anna, Sneha, Sukanya Menon, Jeana Jorgensen, Abigail Doan, Vanya Bisht, Shiromi Bedessee, Free Fall Write, Uditi, Halle Preneta, Tessa Foley, Nia Simone McLeod, Michelle Stiffler
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