Monday, November 15, 2004
Unbeknownst to me, Shanna Compton recorded my reading Saturday with her devious iPod. The .mp3 is posted here
, so persons flung far and wide may revel in the poetry, while I marvel at how high and squeaky my voice sounds when it's not being filtered through my skull (I sound like Marlene Dietrich from inside here . . . okay, maybe not, but still substantially deeper than on the recording).