Poetry and voice mail, together at last.
Verse by Voice.
"Funny, I don't remember telling her my dream was to one day open a chapter of the Audubon Society. Jesus. You know what would have been nice? Some birdseed. I'm out of saltines and things are starting to get weird in here. -ms.12.27.13 #
A post from the daily flow of linkage called Fresh Signals, at Coudal.com.