<p>A new poem by me literally recorded beneath the boughs of a giant oak that fell right over my study.  Learn more at <a target="_blank" href="http://www.luminoswork.org/podcast">www.luminouswork.org/podcast.</a></p>

A new poem by me literally recorded beneath the boughs of a giant oak that fell right over my study. Learn more at www.luminouswork.org/podcast.

<p>A new poem by me literally recorded beneath the boughs of a giant oak that fell right over my study.&nbsp; Learn more at <a href="http://www.luminoswork.org/podcast" rel="noopener noreferrer">www.luminouswork.org/podcast.</a></p>

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Stop looking at a screen. Let the images be made in your mind. Expect: despair, glee, intimations of mortality, and extra-ordinary words, sometimes read directly to you, sometimes set in radio-play esque frames assembled from mysterious cables, drift-wood, glitter, a golden microphone, and cheap glue.

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