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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...

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...

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One Poem by Charlotte Van Schaack

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...

One Poem by Kate Gorman

FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...

Three Poems by Mary Whitlow

Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...
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