The Ballad of Alice Hortense Some sweet morningI can’t say whenThe sun’s gonna melt my days awayAnd I’ll flow beside the knowing riverTill the rushing...

originally published in the Focus Section on Technique, Bourgeon Vol. 2 #3 Ballet dance, like all art forms, has a technique that supports and enables...

Local dance history interviews with Sue Green, Alvin Mayes, Barbara Drazin, and Michelle Ava

dear tiny flowers i know you are weeds and i would kill youwithout mercy if you were in my yardbut this is not my space...

These poems are published connected to a project supported by the DC Mayor’s Office of Community Affairs. Achyuth Sarath was a participant in Day...

Masks are the order of the day. —Sylvia Plath A lot of peopleknow my mother. And she knows them, too. I know—or I guess I’m...

Abandoning Reasonskittering propositions declare love a superstition damned to believing itself we choose not to control the burning breakdowns in logic we’ve opened between us Love, Past Continuous there are no forevers for...

"But one of my most extraordinary experiences as an artist, and I carry it with me still, was on Igbo Landing in St. Simon’s Island, Georgia, where I went to do research on Gullah culture. And I went to meditate, but I went to this particular site, which is off Dunbar Creek, and it’s a place where, the place where a great group of Igbo people had jumped off a slave ship, to avoid being made slaves."

This poem is part of the special section, New Poems of U.S. History, reflecting on the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence selected...