There you lay
disenchanted with loneliness
meddling thru foreshadowing
metaphors that behave
badly in the morning
that say vaguely goodbye
to the burning heart
below the bright sails
of your eyes
dressed up for liberation
you fold the flag you fly
it burns
you say vaguely goodbye
there is a long delay in our words
then
there are no words
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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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