reading
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Liminal Joys
The bookstore lights were off. Its window glass reflected red neon from the theater marquee across the street. If you peered inside, if you shaded your eyes with your hands you could see thousands of books stacked and racked their spines titillating to a man of words as what’s under a skirt is to a…
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A Poetry Reading 3
Here is a recording of me reading “Funeral Train.” Time travel expenses are all paid for.
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A Poetry Reading…
These are my poems, “Higher, Orville, Higher!” and “I Hadn’t Cried in 20 Years” recorded by new as the duet they were intended to be:
The Numinous Cosmos 