We interrupt the typical Shimmying Writer business–and by typical we mean the mind-boggling way in which Ms. Blakeslee continues to relevantly unite writing and bellydancing–to bring you some original poetry by our resident shimmier, which aims to bridge theory and practice. Enjoy. ~MGMT I am Not a Caesar after Sylvia Plath’s “The Arrival of…
an interlude concerning the acquisition of said books from said ex-husband

The sun is bright and hazy and hot, so this young couple decides to put their feet in the water. The water is warm, so they wade farther in. Past the shells and the gritty froth of the breaking waves, the sand is soft and slick between their toes, like velvet.
a review of The Expelled by Samuel Beckett