Oh depraved wounds in the gorged streets
What happens to a dream deferred?
In Union Station’s North Patio, poets sat at tables with typewriters. Visitors had conversations with the poets, from which the poets wrote a bespoke poem for each visitor. I joined the line and had the pleasure of visiting with poet Lory Bedikian who wrote a lovely poem for me.
The Poet Is In: An interactive poetry exchange, Celebrating National Poetry Month
Poet (Get Lit – Words Ignite)