It was the end of
Summer 2006
not too many loves
but this day
The poetry was right
justified and still ill
with overwhelmed intention
I saw the sun
pull its six gun
and shoot the sky with ambient
rays of light until it fell
upon the sea
and rushed toward me
in a wave
that carried me to its end
like all good things do
When the surf is right
I can lean forward
and feel the world fall behind me
there is a first time for everything
then it all makes sense
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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