concrete justice: street poetry

Poetry by homeless people?
You bet.
Everyone has music in their souls, words that need release, thoughts to be freed.
That's part of the reason I blog. The outlet is good for me, whether anyone else ever reads the words or not.
Concrete Justice, a group in New York, have been performing their works on the stage for the past year and a half. Now, they want to share their message about homelessness, from a personal perspective, with a broader audience.
Enter kickstarter. As they say, they're taking their stories "from the street to the stage to the page" - to the world. The book will contain not just poetry, but also drawings, photographs, and prose.
But books require a good deal of money to become reality, especially on the scale these folks are attempting to achieve. So, I've joined the others backing this project by throwing my Benjamin into the pile.
We'll all find out tomorrow if they are successful.
I hope so. I'd like to be able to share the book with my middle brother. He's had bouts of homelessness for the last ten years - maybe even more than that. Once upon a time, we worried quite a lot about him, but being in a tent in the woods was fine with him. No rules but his, thank you very much.
But last year, he had a TMI while he was with his then-girlfriend. Thank God she called 911 and notified my older brother and myself. On her phone. He had no phone at the time, rebelling against the tether to others.
Now, he still has bouts of homelessness, periods when he wants no rules but his. But he has a phone. I have insisted on that one item in his pocket. I even pay for it every month, so he will always have a lifeline to use if he needs it. He even calls me once in a while.
I wonder what he will think of this book?
I'll have to ask him when I get my copy of it.