Misty peak, on rocky mountain
Ravines forge through the rocky plain
Shadows cast amidst morning sun
To pierce light this dawning day
Peering through the looking glass
Shadows creased, the distant mountains
Light now seems in disarray
Where there are cracks among the glass
Shadows crept across the plain
Shadows cast, among the rocky mountain
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
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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What a beautiful picture you have painted! Loved it.
Mary