Dancing in a Fight for Myself

By Hanna Cochran

When 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 Ginsburg

Who 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 Rueschoff

Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage
The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.

Muscle Memory

By Amanda Pendley

There is absent space in my chest where pain used to be 
And the muscle memory has not yet learned to let go