The last poem of the first round is a team performance. Scripts drop to the floor. Applause from everyone who didn't complete a test their future depended on. I'm not slamming. I met some poets at a slam.
Poetry here is different from poetry in Bosnia.
I don't always understand it. Martina, a poet from Mostar, Bosnia will bridge the gap. Pin-drop quiet clutches the room. Tension builds with gesture, expression and tone. An ovation follows Martina to her seat near Jasmina.