‘When the bedroom fell,’ one of the poems from Yeoman’s Work, was recently published in Cider Press Review. The editor asked for a reading of the poem and I obliged. In the first five takes, a dog barked, a baby cried, the mailman knocked on the door, I misread a word, and then I sneezed. But on the SIXTH take, I nailed it. Check it out here if you’d like to have a listen.