Alexandria Hollett's poem "Blessed Are The Persecuted: An Open Letter To The Indiana Legislature" was a lifetime in the making.
There are quite a few ways to remember someone after they’re gone. A gravestone, a photograph, but what about a lock of hair?
Will the crowd at the Fourth Street Festival be interested in slowing down, pulling up a chair and taking a listen to the performers at the Spoken Word Stage?
"A poet must transcend the climate in which he comes of age. Poetry must remain relevant. It must find what's essentially human."