Robin Bobo

IT'S SLAM SEASON!!!!! Let me start here because poets get sensitive about this. Poetry absolutely belongs on the page. The page is where poems are born. It is where language gets shaped, cut, rearranged, obsessed over, and sometimes stared at for three hours because the last line refuses to behave. The page matters. Books matter. Quiet reading matters. But spoken word is something else. Spoken word is what happens when the poem stands up and decides to shake a little ass. And slam… slam is...

There is a special kind of chaos that comes with preparing for Nationals. Add death. Add kids. Add jobs. Add grief. Add spouses. Add...

Let me start by saying this: Art ain’t dead. But some of y’all are definitely just out here doing cosplay. And before you clutch your...