SO, WHY NO MORE RIBCAGE?

These four kids tossed the ribcage out the window (as should everybody who’s still saying “ribcage” in their poems) and are ready to get down to the real talk. Hailing from the legendary North[[b]]east poetry community with pedigrees from all stripes of basement bar open mics and coffee shop love/hate fests, they are ready and willing to make you laugh, cry, gasp, choke, grin, curse, and high-five all over the damn place. Just let them know the where and the when, and they will bring the rumpus. Along with anything else that will fit in Sam’s ugly-yet-reliable car when they hit the road this winter on a tour of the East Coast.