Wheeled I am wheeled. My weightin legs as flesh made solid ashalf dead and halfalive as weakness but I. I – my movement joy. Myleap up jagged kerbs. Myspeed. I trail people;…
Category: Poetry (page 2)
Icarus
Icarus, by Jamie Hale, published in Poetry Quarterly – Winter 2018 Icarus is told as a tragedy But to love life that much For one perfect moment – he soared And his end obscures…
Performer, exhibit, excluded. Who’s on stage and whose stories are suppressed?
When we see performers on stage, what bodies are reflected in front of us – and what does that mean for the future of performance? Transpose is an evening performance at the Barbican…