Kneeling outside the chicken coop, the creek and the traffic fill the the space, and the clucks pierce it. The smelly darlings approach me, overgrown but not yet laying, expecting snacks. Then, because I'd just seen a baby possum drinking the chickens' water, you'll hear I'm startled to feel Surly the cat brush up against my calf. I thought, for that split second, that the mother possum had snuck up from behind.

today's two minutes: may 28 2017

Some days I don't go far. I wanted to hear how the cork of the bottle popping sounded. First the frozen strawberries from a ziploc bag, then the bourbon, then the orange liquer, then another strawberry. Spin the glass and sip. Spin the glass and sip. Ts'ahh. 

P.S. Use headphones to listen. It helps.

May 29 2017

Kyle, Eva, and I went to Bush park and played frisbee in the wet grass. I haven't even listened yet. We mostly laughed. I don't know if anything else will come through besides our laughter.

Michael Zinkowski