As the seasons shuffle
a life, honor often
eludes, teases,
quivers on the edge
of an about to be
consummated "deal," like loneliness
looking for light.
Integrity too slinks
away, like truth,
leaving the beauty of
day in darkness
(self-created darkness)
-- out of which
ultimately screams
forth character.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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.
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