dance
Writing
Dancing in a Fight for Myself
By Hanna CochranWhen I dance for the kitchen window, the mirror it becomes in the dark, I become shapeless. Like my soul feels. No longer a female body—or male—but an artform; my representation of authenticity.
Who We Are
By Blaire GinsburgWho dreams?
Who dares to enter such a realm?
Visions, fleeting,
Escaping with the waking flutter,
Living on bated breath
And translucent promises of
A world all your own;
A world anew.
Leap of Faith
By Mary RueschoffTwirling
Twirling-Twirling
Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage
The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.
Muscle Memory
By Amanda PendleyThere is absent space in my chest where pain used to be
And the muscle memory has not yet learned to let go