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August 2025
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"Dancing up the Storm" by Becca Lavin
Dancing up the Storm came about in what was meant to be a ‘play’ session in my studio. One in which the artist (Moi) leaves everything worrisome or constraining behind with no one and no thing in mind. A literal stripping off of the straight jacket named ‘production’. The collage pieces are from torn pieces of protective paper on my art work station which I save after covered in my this and that’s, for projects like this. It just so happened, the umbrella shape was upside down. I thought “let it rain”. I LoVe getting wet and dancing in the rain rather than cowering to all the woe that demands we not only PAY for with our attentions but can get riled and helpless. I am fortunate to have great friends with sanity, action and empathy up their sleeves. I thought, “With Friends like these, who needs an umbrella? Ha!’ Voila! Dancing Up The Storm.
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By Sharon Brown
The poet turns her head
to the muttering addict
on the street corner,
the girl behind the dirty window
her hands against the glass,
the woman in the head scarf
hurrying past masked agents
poised maliciously
outside the factory door.
The poet heeds
all things wanting and broken
in shadowed alleyways
or open streets
where others look away.