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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,...

What is Dance? by Jonathan Meyer

rob, Hey, just wanted to say thanks for having my words in the journal. I hope everything's going well for you. Far as this issue's...

What is Dance? by Helanius Wilkins

"What is dance?" ...The answer to this probably changes almost every day for me. In this moment my response is: dance is a very...

What is Dance? by John Glenn

After college, I worked at a research institute on arts education called Project Zero inspired by the philosopher of art, Nelson Goodman, and I...

What is Dance? by Naima Prevots

Dance is organized movement where people express themselves for different reasons to enjoy the body’s energies and messages joined with the spirit and to...

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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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