No such thing as fake history, even that which is happening!
i walk within
the echoes of years
when falls dusk
when calls the rhymes of spring
i sing
vibrations warm
a longer rhyme
calls across time
change
i engaged
i played
i believed in
all i saw
a broken country
and again
open roads
now closed
circles
long hair
fist in the air
still
i would die
for my brother's freedom
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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