A poem from "The Twilight Zone", my recently-completed full-length manuscript. 

I plan on posting these on a regular basis - kind of a drip-feed virtual poetry reading. This way, you don't have to leave home and sit in a noisy coffee-house, you don't have to sit through the open-mic and the sales-pitches - and if you don't like it  - well, you can get up and leave any time you like and nobody will think you're being rude - or you can curse loudly and say what you really think about it. I also don't have to drive from town to town peddling my wares. Doesn't that sound like a perfect model for a poetry reading?

I thought so, too....The podcast lasts less than fifty seconds - here's the link - just click.  

http://redroom.com/audio/the-drip-feed-virtual-poetry-reading-27-brigadoon

 

 

 

Brigadoon

 

 

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Appears for one day every hundred years – three million years, then, would

(theoretically) be a natural life-span - though who’s to know if the residents

are aware of this temporal conundrum - of the young wives, their stomachs

bulging for twenty-seven thousand expectant years, of the five-hundred year

work-week – of the unimagineable implications of a fourteen–hundred year

vacation in a town with one restaurant – closed for the season - of the woes  

of the mathematicians and the undertakers who drink nightly at the bar –

their heads filled with endless zeroes and trees stretching out to the horizon.  

 

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