Two Poems by Jack Giaour

art opening   instead of a gun you use a camera   amputees are your subject    /these poor people/ you say   the walls of the gallery are dark prints pinned neatly under spotlight   //life under deformity// is the name of the show   you...

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Hands in Flow by Cheryl Pallant

In 2009 I traveled near South Korea's Demilitarized Zone to visit and write an article about the then 79 year old shaman Kim Keum Hwa. During my second visit, she surprised me by asking me to get up and dance. After, and for the duration of the day, she and several of her disciples encouraged me to pursue a path as a shaman.

Two Poems by Claudia Gary

Cut and Run 1.Faced with a mango’ssweetness, I recallhow my aunt would slicethe flame-hued ovoid— cross-hatching sections,flipping the soft skininside-out, each pieceoffering itself to my lips or...

Method to the Madness: Weighing in on Hip Hop Technique by Aysha Upchurch

"Hip Hop is not just a trend or fad, or young people behaving badly. It is a cultural product of 1970’s urban history. It is not something that started in a studio or under a microscope. Hip Hop began as a counter culture. "

Black (prep): To by Sidney Jones Jr.

These poems are part of a special section of the Mid-Atlantic Review, Celebrating Black History, and selected by editors Khadijah Ali-Coleman, Carolivia Herron, and...

Dancing in the District by David Dowling

I’ve been a multi-media storyteller for more than a decade, and before I became a part of the dance world two and a half...

Two Poems by Ann Christine Tabaka

As Moon Beams Fade The tiger prowls at night, hunting moon beams as its prey. Wandering apparitions sail the darkness, searching for a place to rest. Landing past dawn,...

Two Poems by Annisha Montgomery

.22 My father wants to teach me how to shoot He says it’s a good skill for a young woman to have Last night, I tried to...

Two Poems by Allison Petrilla

Made Everyday came a new mold she didn’tfit as a girl What could she change to make mistakes never stain? Here was she wrapped in a box...

Sorrow by Christine M. Du Bois

I walked today in Wilmington. No Biden sightings, but I had a most perfect look at a Cooper's hawk --the best of all my years of...

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