Picture this. A poet finishes reading her newest work in a dimly lit basement. The audience doesn’t snap, as is customary for these kinds of gatherings, but just claps. Revolutionary. It’s almost poetic in itself. The not snapping, the plastic-cup-of-alcohol drinking, the incense burning—it all sets the scene for Thursday nights at H*MAC in Midtown … Continue reading Poetry in HBG: Local poets heal, find meaning through putting pen to paper