What if you had a goal for every person in your city to encounter a poem all in one month. Where would you start? O, Miami Poetry Festival, for one.
Madeleine did not want to go to the poetry festival in July, because no one else’s mother forces children to go to poetry festivals. She lowered her hat down over her forehead, leaving only a glower visible. No one. Else. She wanted to know why. Not a promising conversation in which to explore the ineffable […]