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Welcome to KHÔRA, a dynamic online arts space produced in collaboration with Lidia Yuknavitch’s Corporeal Writing. Visit our Archive to read previous issues. Scroll down if you would like your work to be considered for future issues.
Before we say goodbye to summer, we’re back with an end of summer Special Edition. Today we’re sharing two brilliant new essays from featured writers Siobhán Duffy and Marina Gross-Hoy.
Scroll down to read them, but first, if you’re new around here…
KHÔRA is a form that is continually opening. We invite you to join us in sustaining it together. Team-based, collaborative, and curated, we don't believe in rejections. KHÔRA is about considering how multiple voices can be heard; how frameworks, traditions, and projects can inform each other; and how new perspectives emerge from collaboration and openness.
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Homecoming by Siobhán Duffy:
The flight landed at 11 p.m. In my haste, I parked in the wrong area, propped a scrawled note on the dash to avoid a fine. The airport was bustling with life and colour, as if it were the middle of the day. I spotted Trina right away and pulled her close. We navigated our exit through the row of taxis, our grief a hidden thing amongst the clatter of suitcases.
I don’t know how to describe the journey except to say that the road went on and on. And even though we longed to get there, at the same time, we longed never to arrive at all. To wind the clock back so that everything spun in reverse: the plane un-landing, my car reversing back up the road, the phones going silent, the shock evaporating into air. Just another day where nothing remarkable happened.
We stared out the windscreen into the black night and began to unpick the days and weeks before. She was planting bulbs for the spring, Trina said. She was planning a trip…
Read Homecoming.
Sister by Marina Gross-Hoy
Mother Mary is my sister.
Shocking to say, but she’s the one who said it.
She looked down at me from the stained glass window during a mass at Saint-Joseph-des-Carmes, her lap full of a baby boy the same size as mine, and she called me sister.
I had not intended to go to a service. The church had been empty when I came in, its calcified quiet magnified by the contrast with the city outside. I had sat completely still on a hard wooden chair, my palms up on my knees, breathing one word in and out, help, help, help…
Read Sister.
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What a joy to be part of Khôra's creative community. Thanks for including my writing in this issue.