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Bask in the Blur

Musing... "Can we bask in a blurring of lines to refine our sharp divisions and definitions? This is the edge that creativity brings us to."–– Charise M. Hoge  [Art by Gy├Ângy Laky, "Thinking Clearly"] Charise's Turn: For five days in January, I wrote for The Best American Poetry blog as guest author. My topic throughout was the interface of dance and poetry, as well as the importance of our relationship with our embodied selves. The quote above is lifted from my final post that week, and here is the initial post which begins a discussion of the blur:
Dancer and Poet Meet at the Barre

How does a poet know how to phrase writing? How does a dancer know how to phrase movement?  In a turning point of enjambment the phrase hangs in mid-air…this sounds like dance, and this is poetry.  The poetic term enjambment comes from the French “jambe” for “leg”. Lines have legs.  They reach and extend.
If you’re beginning to experience a blurring of poetry and dance, this is my intenti…
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Winter Fire

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Shelby’s grandmother sits on the front porch and shares stories of passersby who have stopped, and one who asked for…