County Lines & Other Bits of News
Wow, lots of you were curious enough about “Onion Tears” to click the link to its book and publisher. Which reminded me:
I have 3 copies of County Lines to sell. 130 Minnesota poets from all 87 counties in the state. Robert Bly, Freya Manfred, Lewis Jenkins, and other well-regarded folks along with dozens of less-discovered poets (like me!). $15/copy, including postage. Check or PayPal. Email me at apoetryfeed [at] gmail [dot] com, and I’ll make arrangements with you.
Also, every purchase you make after clicking through any of the Amazon links here at the Feed (nearly all the links to books) results in a small percentage being paid back to this blog. No pressure, of course, but the books are good ones, and the Feed is all about unmuzzling the poets. And maybe even the blogger.
Finally, if the last 4 poems sound stronger and clearer than the ones before, thanks goes to my dad. He sent me a new headset mic a week ago. I feel like Madonna or an air traffic controller wearing it, but I’ve been really pleased with the results. I hope you have too.
Back with another poem tomorrow. Cheers.
Belly up, it's A Poetry Feed. 
As long as you don’t feel like the guy at the drive through and your wife tells you she’d like a burger, fries and a diet coke.
You blog is so unique, I wish I had the time to just sit and listen to each one.
Ha! Hadn’t thought of that, Jan. Now I sure will. Shall I garble the next reading and then end it by trying to upsell a new dessert coffee parfait thingy?
And thanks for stopping by–unique is a high compliment! (You do know that each post/recording is only about three minutes, right? You probably spend that long every day playing Tetris or ignoring your email or staring at your monitor trying to figure out if Abraham’s being funny. 🙂 ) I hope you’ll keep listening and will try to keep it worth your while most days.
KP
Is it gender or generation that being cheek-miking makes me think of Jazzercize instructors?
Well I guess my previous post proves that proofing is important:
a) that being cheek-miked makes . . .
or
b) that cheek-miking makes . . .
Now I’m feeling cheeky.
Well, generation might have something to do with thinking of calling that activity “Jazzercise.” 🙂
You do sound better! I wonder how you keep the background so quiet. In my house, the dogs are always barking. Anyway, a visit here is always worthwhile. I’m looking foward to the next poem.
Thanks, Lance. My secret is a combination of pork-hide chewies, the kennel, sending the kids outside, and making sure I swallow everything I’m eating before I hit record.