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Distinctive Voices Moving Together by Elizabeth Johnson

Elizabeth Johnson discusses increasing collaboration and friendliness in the local dance scene.

Maida Withers on “Thresholds Crossed”

Maida Withers writes about the creation of her new evening-length show "Thresholds Crossed", a multi-media performance that includes performers from Russia and the United States.

Jane Franklin on “Found”

Unlike a writer - who works alone until ‘ready’ for the editor - choreographers most frequently do not choreograph without another body, a human subject. Ideas are being observed and evaluated by your dancers, in front of your own public as it were, even as they are being created.

Jonathan Meyer on Khecari

"Our popular culture, and even our art, is increasingly spoon-feed to us...The upsetting of expectation is too often obvious, creating too immediately its own expectations.."

Daniel Singh on Dakshina

Daniel Singh writes about why he makes dances, and the kind of dance he's working to make.

Vincent Thomas on “The Grandmother Project”

Choreographer Vincent Thomas writes about the development of his new evening-length work, "The Grandmother Project."

Maida Withers on Training

As the funeral procession passed the red brick home on the way to the Salem Cemetery, the child, standing and watching from the porch,...

Jane Jerardi on “Efficiency”

"How do we know what time it is, and what it feels like to be in “no time” time, body time... How come when we’re pushing hard, we think we’re getting further?"

Elam on Misnomer

Chris Elam writes about his dance company - Misnomer - and their new work: Toes of a Snail, inspired by his time in Cuba.

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Three Poems By Heaven Santiago

STABILISER My eyes floatedtowards nearby archers ...

Three Poems By Michael Young

Love Letters We who are wedded to timelounge on the beach. Gullssweep along the sandcarrying a message of depths.They have salted their pathsin the brine...

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,...
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