Poet Melinda Palacio reads two “how to” poems from her collection, How Fire is a Story, Waiting. First, the title poem:
My grandmother caught the flame in her thick hands.
Curled fingers made nimble by kaleidoscope embers.
Fire burns hot and cold if you know where to touch it, she said.
Then she shares with you the must-have secrets of How to Make a Mediocre Poem Sing.