If you read this, this is an invitation:

I am reading in this:


https://www.eventbrite.com/e/voicemail-poems-winter-issue-release-reading-tickets-140025352599.


You have to register to get the zoom link.


Or you can just listen to me read the poem included in the issue--over and over again, until the end of the internet, or the end of the world, whatever comes first: https://voicemailpoems.org/2021/02/02/dont-get-too-worked-up-over-it/


But the folks reading are really cool, do it for them. 

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