End of the Advent read aloud



Here is my first recording of myself performing my poetry in a controlled environment. I hope to do more of these. I confess to having gotten frustrated after two hours, and just posting the first take I was able to make all the way through. What is with upstairs neighbors? How come they're always rolling bowling balls around and setting off small explosives?

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Upcoming Book!

Check out this review of PMotS from the lovely Attic Voices!