Taffy by Josh Young

Taffy My heart is salt water taffy. Salty, sweet, sticky. Comes in a colorful box often found in the bargain bin of a gift soft by the hermit crabs. Come buy as...

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Two Poems by John Tompkins

Skip Ad Flash of lightGlimpse of a crisp fontPerfect kerningGleaming teethSaturated colorHigh contrastSoothing noiseSmiles everywhereWork in a pair of breastsTrigger the reward center Permeate a scentSummon...

Krista Racho-Jansen: What is Dance?

movement through space over time; deliberate trajectories; joy; self expression through physical movement; self questioning/imaging/thinking through physical movement

aftermath by Ellie Cameron

darkness fell, and we knew what we were in for; wind howled and we sheltered from the storm, and crawling from beneath the fallen branches,the shadows...

When Her Boyfriend Leaves by Steven Standage

When Her Boyfriend Leaves the dense wooden door slams shut with only a fewcentimeters of clearance from the cold tile floor,forcing a gust of frigid...

Two Poems by Michael Gushue

I Saw You Nothing burns alone. Let each face be a flame of itself. Let skin to be amber and silk. Let a bridge join the air from...

Creating a Veil of Ignorance by Judith Peck

"The most intriguing part of the idea is that Rawls used such a strong image to explain his concept. I thought that if I could capture that wonderful idea, I would have something special."

Musings on Tundra by Mare Hieronimus

I am trying to make sense out of the intersection of literature/narrative and dance. In the creation of Tundra, I started with a series of questions. What is it to be a woman in the world, alone?

Two Poems by Maggie Rosen

My Milk Glass Mother You were my thunderstorm mother. You were my abalone mother. You were my milk glass mother. You reveled in flaws. You turned an opaque...

Haiku by Charles David Kleymeyer

Haiku Haiku haiku moment — most pure before words form   swallowing cherry blossoms… will I compose haiku with a japanese heart?   loon skimming still lake above its own image — ...

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