In Disappearing Ink: poems you can't find when you need them

Little known poets are lucky to have an audience on open mic nights. On arrival, we pencil our names at the bottom of a yellow pad. The featured poet reads first and then, time allowing, authors on the list head to the podium to pour out a poem and our hearts. Polite applause may follow.There's a flicker in time after such a reading, in the seconds it takes the poet to travel from the podium back to his or her seat, when...kazaam...it's as if the words of the poem vanish...are never heard a...