Losing my AppetiteEspying the sprockets as theypulverize and mull raw mash intobite-sized blobsthen extrude gruel intomoulded intestinal casingsto become a refined sausage product,I lose any appetite to tastefrankfurteresque concoctions as long...
Christel Stevens writes about challenges toward creation of professional World Dance performances, including funder preferences toward traditional concert dance styles, and the recent trend of combining European and 'World Dance' forms.
These poems are published connected to a project supported by the DC Mayor’s Office of Community Affairs. Amy Melrose was a participant in the 2026 Jewish...
lady dayin burgundy and blueher voice jazzesunlocks the mindyou wonder what follows timenotes her music comes aliveher voice oh you willshe sweatingly teasesblue piping...
To My Entangled Quark
Shall we sit a moment
To sip our jasmine tea and enjoy
Being in the same room
At the same table
with its flowered tablecloth?
Sun...
Sunrise
Each morning begins before night ends.The dog’s nose nudges her insistent hurryhurry! I can not wait! So in the dark, slow
with sleep and still...
occupier artclasswindow is crackedopen to let fresh air in. outsidesunny schoolyard under
lovely cloudless sky,the kind of blue beggingto be licked and torn asunderby hungry...
