Core: Dance Poems Vol. III

No longer accepting submissions. 

Publishing Date: Approximately No Later Than December 31, 2021 

I am currently on my last solid  edit, 

and then copyediting 3Xs. 

Total of 202 pages

As of August 29, 2021, 85% of

the entire project is completed.

by Ava Long, age 10

Dancing to the Groove



Dancing feels so good.

I would dance if only I could.

Sometimes when I’m sleeping,

I dance in my dreaming.


          If everyone danced 

          in a conga line to the sunset,

          the whole spinning world 

          would never forget it.


My body starts to move.

I get into the groove.

My body starts to move.

I get into the groove.


It’s true I like to listen 

to Frozen II in the car.

I look out of my window

and I wish upon a star.


When I’m dancing to the music,

it’s like I'm swimming in the air.

I feel moonbeams on my skin,

and the wind blowing in my hair.


          My body starts to move.

          I get into the groove.

          My body starts to move.

          I get into the groove.

by Henry Long

Confessions of a Levitation Artist 


With the slightest of intention,

I begin to rise, defying gravity—

unaided, without visible agency.


A swimmer of interiors, 

gently floating higher, 

until my back is bobbing 

in the warmer upper currents,

like a three-day helium balloon

against the living room ceiling.


               This is my secret:

               I can levitate at will.

               I am a Levitation Artist.


Ever since I was a child, 

it was just something I could do.

I was born to be a zephyr rider—

dancing in slow motion, 

lithe as a solitary autumn leaf, 

surrendering to the gradual 

updrafts of indoor airs.


A hovering surveyor over all I see, drifting

in a tranquil pool of under-astronomies 

and the tops of dusty bookcases.


A human dirigible, 

moving room to room, 

up and down stairwells, 

gliding under thresholds, 

carefully avoiding ceiling fans,

supported in all ways 

by unseen forces.


And after I’ve had my time afloat, 

I return effortlessly, upright on my feet.


Someday, I will take my art 

of ascension outside, and rise 

like a lilting dandelion seed 

adrift on the breeze, 

unfixed above the trees 

in my mastership.


I will rise and rise—

past the sunrise,

beyond the moon, behind the stars.

And I will keep on going

in a glorious rapture,

on the wings of the risen avatars.


But for now, I am content 

inspecting spiders 

at the ceiling’s edge, 

blowing softly at the 

swaying cobwebs,

fluttering moth-like, 

lazily aloft.


          This is my confession:

          I am a Levitation Artist. 

          I am an Optimistic Romantic Nihilist. 


Born to be

an airborne explorer 

of domestic mysteries, 

dreams, and memories, 

supported always 

by the unseen.

Photo by Paul Gilmore 

Ballerina Camila Cattani

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Copyright © Paul Gilmore
Instagram: @gilmorep   

Model Ballerina Camila Cattani 
Instagram: @camiballerin

Edited by me for the front & back cover 

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