His smile is a rainbow after the storm of his anger His eyes are lighted blue tunnels to his thoughts His hands are either gentle enough to hold a newborn Or clenched in a rage of frustration from his expectations of himself His voice can roar like the proud lion he is Or be so heavenly, the mere sound of it soothes all my problems away How can a man be of such extremes? It matters not how It matters only that I love equally both sides of him
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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-and the title is perfect in it's duality.
-James
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