A far reached reality,
Is death and eternity,
Far from my imagination,
From my wildest thoughts,
Of utter comprehension,
That the mind cannot pause,
Dream and conceive,
A world beyond,
What we unknoweth,
As we walk blind.
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
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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