Life is all one piece
like unsplit granite &
I have the heart of a Minister
& the head. Faith is a little
thing -- about like this -- but
I am HUGE with it.
When I dream I dream
of you dreaming of me
dreaming of you, soaked
in the cataclysm of
thunderous, hammering
delectable need.
You swell around me
like Faith -- and I in you
huge as a whale's heart
dreaming, I said dreaming,
of pink isolated flowers
& truth. Believe it
or not:
We are the embrace
of vines.
O, you!
I could walk
a highwire swaying in 70
mile an hour winds, high
above Niagara, my internal
gyroscope is so intact.
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
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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