[WORDS] A poem of mine has been published in the Irish literary magazine wordlegs, and I am both elated and disoriented. Disoriented because this particular piece -- about an ephemeral, lust-filled encounter prevented from blossoming -- has retained in performance the same fleeting, jazz-filled, sensual resignation as the experience that inspired it. A musical favorite, to see its words fixed in space gives it a strange and different life. For an audio version of "Champagne": http://ow.ly/AhXYS











