Remembering Andrea Gibson
Artists Alessandra Naccarato and Syrus Marcus Ware honour the poet's legacy
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Andrea Gibson was a celebrated poet and spoken word artist who wrote about love, queerness and death. They recently passed away from ovarian cancer.
Today on Commotion, host Elamin Abdelmahmoud speaks with poet Alessandra Naccarato and artist and activist Syrus Marcus Ware about Gibson's impact on poetry and culture at large.
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