Dylan on the basement stairs

Summer days, summer nights I'm making up songs that float in a luminous haze Meantime life outside goes o...

         That rainy day in July ’67 when Dylan wanted to know my story, I gave him a present back: the image of Christ with th...

 

n e x t    t o    l i f e   A r t    i s    u n i m p o r t A n t     [ everybody should know ]     . . . ...

    Dylan is approaching the caravan with his usual t il ting gait -right hand in the back pocket of his trousers, a rolled up...

The  future for  me  is  already  a  thing  of  the  past [ I heard it in a dream ]

                     Standing  on  the  steps of the  caravan, the  sun  is  drawing  circles  of  light  over my closed eyelids. I...