Go to Espagozo Land with poet James Navé

This piece emerged while I was walking down a dirt road with my recorder on, just in case. The made up word Espagozo popped out and off I went. I didn't plan this romp. I had no idea what would come next. I admit, I was rather surprised when I listen to it. I think it will be too. It's a bit fanciful and imaginative. Once you listen to this you will go to the ends of the world to find an Espagozo.