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Made for a Time Like This- Pop Up Poetry in Grand Rapids Airport

I didn't know it at the time, but I began practicing for my debut airport poetry reading in my bathrobe during the two weeks leading up to my trip to Michigan for the Festival of Faith and Writing.  One Sunday morning I turned on the radio while I shuffled through the kitchen, making coffee, putting away clean dishes, preparing breakfast.  I still listen to the actual radio at particular times for particular shows.  On Being comes on at 7am, so I am most familiar with the second halves of that show. I caught the tail end of Naomi Shihab Nye's interview with Krista Tippet and was inspired by her practice of waking her teenage son by reading poetry aloud.  That seemed like a gentler practice than yelling and shaking my children awake.  I thought I would give it a try.

So, that Monday I opened the bedroom doors, stood in the hall and began to read to an audience of four sleeping figures. In the ensuing weeks, the words of Mary Oliver, Jean Toomer, Nikki Giovanni, Killian McDonnel…

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