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What is Dance? by Christel Stevens

Human beings dance for several reasons. The word "dance" may be defined as any rhythmic, repetitive, or expressive movement performed for its own sake,...

What is Dance? by Marcella Pinilla

Dance is when you move to a song like no one is watching. It's a response to sound that is good for you and you...

What is Dance? by P.J. Acayan

My body's ephemeral interpretation of how I perceive…..a reaction to everything real or imaginary…..that moment before the first domino falls…..the buzz after your...

What is Dance? by Michelle Ava

Dance is a visceral celebration of the mind, body and spirit in motion. Dance is an underlying pulsating breath expressed through flesh. Dance is rhythm, flow,...

What is Dance? by Jonathan Meyer

rob, Hey, just wanted to say thanks for having my words in the journal. I hope everything's going well for you. Far as this issue's...

What is Dance? by Helanius Wilkins

"What is dance?" ...The answer to this probably changes almost every day for me. In this moment my response is: dance is a very...

What is Dance? by John Glenn

After college, I worked at a research institute on arts education called Project Zero inspired by the philosopher of art, Nelson Goodman, and I...

What is Dance? by Naima Prevots

Dance is organized movement where people express themselves for different reasons to enjoy the body’s energies and messages joined with the spirit and to...

What is Dance? by John Niemi

What is dance? I suspect I will spend the rest of my life and career answering this question. When dance happens may be a...

What is Dance? by Jen Stone

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....

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Three Poems By Kate Powell Shine 

EXHAUST FOUND HERSELF INSIDE AN EMPTY SNAIL SHELL A private spiral, whiff of yuck bit off her trail of pummel slick. The shell was cold,...