“Blackness was rippling across the auditorium, turning the air—and I felt it then, Sunni’s voice igniting the star-white text with a vitality that began but would not end in that room.”

“Blackness was rippling across the auditorium, turning the air—and I felt it then, Sunni’s voice igniting the star-white text with a vitality that began but would not end in that room.”
Honoring three I AM NEW ORLEANS poets, along with the inciting work of Marcus B. Christian, to kick off National Poetry Month