An episode in which Ryler Dustin, Malcolm Kenyon, and Anna Wolff are introduced; Adrienne captures their fugitive images as proof of their unblurred beings; plaster sifts from the ceiling at the timbre of their voices and stones are riven by their merest bidding; a plea is made to visit them and others at poetrynight.org; a good night is had by the pilgrims who follow their progress; and all who listen are invited to chew, yes chew, on some poetry. (Post poetry: An account was rendered of street urchins electrified, but you'll have to tune in for a later episode to hear the details of this, as I am too busy at the moment combing the sodden streets of Philadelphia seaching for the shadow of the ghost of Benjamin Franklin for amplification on this topic. Adrienne and I also want to explore the question of why bikers, grown men and women leathered as cows and fringed as cedars, must cluster together in groups when they travel, like packs of middle school girls on their way to the bathroom.)

An episode, possibly a troubling one, in which our announcer bemoans his fate as a Renaissance Man; poetry is spoken, freely; and minstrels explore the aftermath of tragedy; did you hear anyone pray?

An introductory episode in which Jim Horton, redheaded son of a preacher man, basks in the sun and the litany of the bees; a raw fiddle accompanies; salutations are sent.

Honeysuckle itself couldn't be sweeter than the dulcet notes of Radio Girl's words as they float out of the studio and across the airwaves. "I've got something for everyone," she purrs, and fellows everywhere assure her that they've got something for her, too.

Radio Boy takes a moment's respite from his busy day to say Hi! He longs for the time when every child in every land can put aside the cares of the world, settle down in front of a microphone, and plug in to a better way of life. "That'll be a swell thing to be a part of," he says, and you'd better believe us when we tell you that Radio Boy knows a swell thing when he sees it.

Once upon a time, there was long ago and far away, but for now, there's Average Mortal Radio. Brought to you by Cloud Islands Design, Average Mortal Radio is a bold experiment in bringing the engineering creativity of radio throughout the ages into the lives of an anachronistically contemporary couple. Though living primitively among the twitchy squirrels and furtive chipmunks of the cedar grove their cabin occupies, they pine for the bygone glorious era of the airwaves--a time when pioneers and gunslingers, knights and dinosaurs, and strolling minstrels and astronauts all lived the spectacle and magic that were the Golden Days of Radio. We'd also wanted to include Eskimos in here somewhere and I'd promised Jim Horton that I'd mention what is commonly and by consent called his wild sex engine, but I ran out of room. So we'll leave it to you, dear listener, to include these things wherever you see fit.