Morgan Free-Poo

There are voices that read a poem, and there is the voice that makes a poem sound like it was inevitable. Morgan Free-Poo has narrated the journey of a penguin, the making of the universe, and the long walk from the sofa to the smallest room, and he speaks of all three with the same unhurried certainty.

He does not perform the verse so much as confirm it. Sit with him and the day’s pooem becomes a parable; a courtesy flush becomes a covenant. He has never rushed a line in his life and he is not about to start for you.

The fee, in his words“I could read you the rest. Some would say I was born to. Ninety-nine cents.”