Each month these writers and their colleagues will travel beyond the other side of the sun to bring back songs and stories and poems from all across the universe.
There is no sadder, yet strangely more satisfying in sight, than the gambler on a winning streak. You know, and he knows, it’s time to call it a day and pocket his winnings. Instead he insists on one final roll of the dice, and hurls them with a flourish. They hit the back wall and come to rest, grinning at him with two ones; snake eyes, and all is lost. We smile, secretly.
The poems and stories waltzing across these pages are in the hold of careless dancers and all were written following a writing workshop for dancers who learned that never putting a foot wrong is nothing too be proud of.