X. Crossing Sevens

So they don’t look like ones, you taught me, thatwill bring us back to all the music in Madison held … More

IX. A Madison Mis-Memory

i.My poor dance of memory means I can’t quite reconfigure you,a fool’s waltz round to think today, remembering how we … More

i.You grow a green world, have a green thumb, I see,and I gladly enter into your loamy scented Eden,hung with … More

I can still picture the pair of fuzzy dice swingingfrom my little orange Karmann Ghia’s rearview mirror.I never knew whether to … More