Collective Unrest

 

How A Bridge Is Built

November 15, 2018

Click the link below to read Brennan DeFrisco’s incredible poem, “How A Bridge Is Built.”

How A Bridge Is Built by Brennan DeFrisco

 

 

Brennan DeFrisco is a poet, spoken word artist & educator from the San Francisco Bay Area. He’s been a National Poetry Slam finalist, a runner-up for the Drake University Emerging Writer Award, and Grand Slam Champion of the Oakland Poetry Slam. He’s the author of A Heart With No Scars (Nomadic Press) and has served as Poetry Editor on the masthead of Lunch Ticket. He facilitates writing and performance workshops as a teaching artist through California Poets In The Schools, Bay Area Creative, Writopia Labs, and Poetry Out Loud. His work has been published in Words Dancejmww journalButton PoetryGemini, and elsewhere. He holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University Los Angeles.

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