I’ve been a fan of Joseph Fasano ever since I read these words from his poem, “Mahler in New York”: “If I carry my father with me, it is the way a horse carries autumn in its mane.” (in Fugue for Other Hands, by Joseph Fasano, 2013) Lightness, fullness, a warm glow, breeze that reminds us winter is on its way. I won’t pretend to know how he came up with that image, but I think it has to do with looking at ideas and emotions from different points of view, not limiting ourselve