Three Poems by Brittany Morgan

Ode to Mama’s Mac and Cheese A recipe passed downfrom her Mamawhen she was twenty-fourand hungry. Some kind of tomatoes,whatever noodles you can find,and any cheese you have around. That mac and cheesefed us...

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Three Poems by Juliana Schifferes

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Dance is the organization of the body, mind and spirit through space. Sometimes it’s blurry, sometimes it’s perfectly clear. It’s always exerting....

Three Poems by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Thrownness A choice? Not one of those.And now Martin with his thrownness.I am a javelin with dangling heredity legs.Booster cables for the heart's long winter.Salamander-crawled...

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Jonathan Carrington, Executive Director of Dissonance Dance Theater, writes about the problems of white teachers bringing traditionally white dance forms to minority communities.

Two Poems by Nathan Scheer

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Two Poems by Yvette Neisser

Ode to the Analog Age Praise the newspaper tossed each morning by a boy on a bicycle, ink of newsprint, thinness of paper. Praise phone booths...

Jodorowsky’s Dune Brings Epic Back by Emilia Brahm

“Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step...

Two Poems by Gregory McGreevey

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