in which i make good on a promise to deliver the audio equivalent of the wild kingdom’s fight club, complete with badgers

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They said I was mad. Mad! But I told them I would do it.

Here is my audio recording of my poem “while skydiving, i contemplate the inner ear, stalactites, the half-life of monamine oxidase inhibitors, why i consistently burn my bacon, and whether the chute will open” which you can read (in less time that you took to read that title) at Tupelo’s 30/30 Project page.
Look for Day 10 and the longest title on the page.

Part of the deal was that I would include an audio recording for Robert Okaji in exchange for his sponsoring (and titling) this poem. You can see his site here.

while skydiving

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25 thoughts on “in which i make good on a promise to deliver the audio equivalent of the wild kingdom’s fight club, complete with badgers”

  4. We hear “break a leg,” but we never hear “break an ear.” It is, after all, good luck to heal and regain the ability to get back up on that horse – which would be nearly impossible with a broken stirrup. And, not healing would mean missing out on the good fortune of hearing the correlation between parachutes and burned bacon.

    1. I have never actually exited a plane while it was in the air. This was recorded form the comfort of my little office.

      And I practiced saying that phrase a lot.

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