It's strange how we get lost in the noise of time friends soon forgotten then remembered after a whiff off vanilla-scented minutes frozen in occasions our color-coated life a mangle of bananas only to discover noise has no color at all
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.
Regis
Quite a little gem you pen here.
well penned.
Paul