I held out my hands, closed my eyes, felt the heartbeat of stars dysthymic rhythm of war-torn dreams one shot beyond where my eyes...

The nurse muses: Residue of athletic prowess lives in different bodies in different ways, sometimes serving as a scrawny testament to...

Schizophrenic banshees know Castaneda didn’t find the mother path to god. naked forms fly dying into night, the dance of darkness...

My mind keeps sticking on Mark Franko’s question, “How is the body a museum?” I think of how memories of previous works and experiences...

As I examine and listen to the presence of nature, I find my endurance increases for improvisation. I find it interesting longer; more...

photo by Coco Karol In a tragic misreading of the text, Teresa concluded that poison was the only way to immanence. She drank it solemnly...

So much of our processing is linguistic: whether venting to a roommate or partner, crafting a facebook status, or writing in a journal,...

Existence stares us in the face through the body of Meredith Bove in her solo work, This Everlasting Ocean. Bove, in a floral blouse and...

It's easy to get trapped in the realm of commodity as an answer to your own athletic prowess, especially as a female dancer. But there...