I love dancers. More than actually dancing or dance itself, I love dancers.
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A Letter to Our Multi-Marginalized Disabled Dancers
My beloved disabled dancers,
I am gazing at the shadows of trees dancing upon
gravel walls as the golden hour sun joins in.
It’s beautiful isn’t it?
dancing close to home
My mom lives alone, about a thirty minute drive away, in the condo complex where my two sisters and I grew up. There’s a sprawling rosemary bush out front, planted […]
In Conversation with Melecio Estrella
In Conversation, a series of interviews exploring exchanges about dance and different folks’ relationship to dance. As we examine home and place and what community means, these questions presented themselves. […]
we done/come home: a ritual prayer for belonging
House/Full of Blackwomen Photo by Robbie Sweeny. [ID: A Black woman with her eyes closed sits in a blue armchair with her head slightly leaning to the side. On the […]
BABY BABY, COME ON HOME
Photo courtesy of Zoe Huey. [ID: A self portrait of a light-skinned, mixed-race Asian person with short hair in a blue long-sleeve button up shirt. The person is looking at […]
