high above over our heads the airplane that brought us here departs on a fatal final return those shortly acquainted mourn the loss
swimming with children in the sun beautiful weather near this northern shore swiss fantasy in the land of wane above the foggy brittan coast
along the small world view castles cathedrals and steam room shower there with death and mother-herself to comfort blue green brassiere nipple rings bleeding bathtub cousins off to school with you nakedness worn as innocence
fly back to home across sea and continent half the world away to awaken in my own bed
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.
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
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sensitively written,
~Nikki~