For the last five years, I have been pecking away on a long poem called "Future Barn." This was before the podcast, before the blog, before the move back home. It is an interwoven tapestry, spanning a decade of love & loss, continually confusing itself for various genres (at times, it thinks it is an essay, other times it feels like stand-up or a lecture, etc.), juggling the facts & fictions of this hick living. I hesitate to say much because I hope I've said enough in the poem itself, spanning forty-five pages. It is my birthday this week (the 25th), & as I live my thirty-third year, I think this is a good front piece. Hope you'll read it. Hope you'll listen to it.
FUTURE BARN, THE POEM (free PDF)
FUTURE BARN, THE POEM (audio on the podcast)