reading / writing "the electric Kool-Aid acid test"
on the road
sweet human silence
long day
tired thumb
so many days
come to reside
peace upon your eyes
lost faces
leave their traces
as echoes
deep within a cavern
of light
is it just
sweet warming air
across a change in rhyme
springtime
listening to "america"
longing
your epic refrain
the sound of iron wheels
miss that old blues train
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
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