Volume 2 #1

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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...

Lucy Bowen McCauley: What is Dance?

Dance is the kinesthetic expression of the music. Lucy Bowen McCauley is the Artistic Director of Bowen-McCauley Dance.

Helen Rea: What is Dance?

Dance is the movement of life. Helen Rea, a dance teacher and Craniosacral Therapist, has taught dance to adult dance students of all levels (beginner...

Robin Gilmore: What is Dance?

Dance is a lifeline. Dance does not lie (there's nowhere to hide). No matter where I am or what I'm doing, that moment becomes a...

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,...

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Three Poems by Isabel Roby

Tyrant-Poem IWe will shake our bodies like animals abandoned in the forest,and the moon will sing lullabies for thedead;the dead who were mine and did...

Three Poems by Owen Givens

New Day, New War dawn breaks over dust—jets thunder into IranIsrael’s warning missiles cross at dusk—sirens bloom in BeershebaTel Aviv trembles bunker busters boom—America joins the fraycall...

Two Poems by Joshua Walker

Glass Houses We hide behind glass—thin, trembling breath,shattered silence,each crack a raw wound,a secret bleeding light.Truth fractures us—yet in jagged breaks,strength flickers, trembling,not a mask,...
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