Mare Hieronimus

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Musings on Tundra by Mare Hieronimus

I am trying to make sense out of the intersection of literature/narrative and dance. In the creation of Tundra, I started with a series of questions. What is it to be a woman in the world, alone?

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Two Poems by Claudia Gary

Cut and Run 1.Faced with a mango’ssweetness, I recallhow my aunt would slicethe flame-hued ovoid— cross-hatching sections,flipping the soft skininside-out, each pieceoffering itself to my lips or...

A Poem by Raymond Luczak

IN SECURITY If the contents of my heart could be spilledinto a baggie and placed inside a plastic tray,what would the TSA officer see in...

Four Poems by CL Bledsoe

Going Off Meds The first day is fine. You think, I can dothis. I’m better like this. It doesn’t matter,because you went off for a...
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