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George Jackson: What is Dance?

"Why didn't you give my child anything to dance?" she hissed, "there was not one dance step in that role!"

Beau Finley: What is Music

Beau Finley, electronic musician and record producer answers "What is Music?"

Jessica Williams: What is Dance?

What is Dance, you ask? Dance is ephemeral. You have to be there. Picture is attached. During precious free time, Jessica Williams has had the pleasure...

Evangeline Reilly: What is Dance?

DANCE IS: A conversation between music (or silence) and the body's movement (or stillness). Sometimes it is an argument, sometimes it is a debate,...

CJ Holm: What is Dance?

Three answers: Dance is the process of translating interior forces into external vectors. Dance is a single moment when the dancers move, the audience moves in...

Carlos Velazquez: What is Dance?

I'm not sure what is dance, I'm sure what movement means to me, but the whole idea of "dance" brings to my mind a...

Beth Jucovy: What is Dance?

For me, dance is the ultimate art form. Dance requires commitment of the total person in the most visceral, abstract and creative way....

Laura Shapiro: What is Dance?

To define something is to set limits or boundaries, yet many practitioners of the elusive, ephemeral medium of dance, especially in a restless, novelty-driven...

Tajna Tanovic: What is Dance?

Turned inside out, I dance alone or with someone, for someone or myself. Tell a story without words, paint a picture with my body...

Rachel Wynne: What is Dance?

Nature: Birds flocking at sunset, moving as one yet each with unique voices and flight mannerisms. Schools of fish. Grass reaching up in a...

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Two Poems by Jenna Cipolloni

Quarry The sun looks higher here by the quarry Daylight savings a forgotten grumblefor the sleep-deprived days of yestermonth. The time is truly 6:49, but soon thebiddies...

Two Poems by Faith Cotter

Beat An amniotic lake within meand you, floating then the deafening silence,static nothingness where I expected sound. For a week I am a shipwrecknot split open on rocky...

Two Poems by Ori Soltes

Late in the Game We sleep peacefully,side-by-side,except, by chance,when she or I turn outward, to the edgeof our plush and well-shaped bed. Never inward, it would...