Poetry for me has always been something I like on the page and I’d cringe at the thought of attending a reading. Similar to my preference for books over their subsequent movies, I didn’t want a voice or image imposed. I wanted my interpretation to stand alone.

Poetry, when bad, is well…utterly dire. And having a voice to it is excruciating. But great poetry performed with the passion of the writer can move me to tears. Who knew! This was one such performance.