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Casey Maliszewski: What is Dance?

What is dance? This is such a simple question, with such a difficult answer. No answer is wrong, and no answer is correct. It...

Dana Tai Soon Burgess: What is Dance?

To me, dance is a symbolic, visceral language which directly conveys the subconscious realm. Dana Tai Soon Burgess is a critically acclaimed choreographer, director of...

Meisha Bosma: What is Dance?

Dance is an opportunity to express, to share desires and fears, to define yourself in any given moment. Dance brings diversity into one...

Adrienne Canterna: What is Dance?

Dance is communication...It is freedom and expression...A blessed gift from God...Dance is an elite artform...............I believe dance is love... Adrienne Canterna is an international ballet...

Nejla Yatkin: What is Dance?

This is a very difficult but worthwhile question. To me dance is the language of the soul; it is the way that humans...

Kathryn Sparks: What is Dance?

When I dance I am most who I am, before myself, before my friends and relatives, and before God. I am the most...

Jane Jerardi: What is Dance?

Dance is in large part a celebration of being human; perhaps a method for becoming more human. Dance is ordinary, sensuous, and shows us...

Naoko Maeshiba: What is Dance?

Dance for me is an attempt to find soul. Naoko Maeshiba is an eclectic artist from Kobe, Japan.

Maida Withers: What is Dance?

Perhaps we should ask what is NOT dance? If you think you are dancing, you are! If you think someone else is dance,...

Brian Williams: What is Dance?

Dance is our reminder that the human body is a temple which should be honored, nurtured and protected. Brian is the founding artistic director of...

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Five Poems by Virginia Bell

Meuse I Pron.: /ˈmjuz/ a depression leftin the grass, a shallowbowl, or profound, a gap in the hedgethe hog trespassed, in otherwords, not the animal but the space...

Two Poems by Ann-Marie Maloney

The Marrow of My Bones There is a hurt that runs so deep within the marrow of my bones, Twisted lies Deceiving smile Words dipped in scalding...

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...