Dodging-- coin cups, solicitors, and clipboard wielding groupies of the humanitarian sort Stutter-stepping-- amidst shrunken bundles of homeless skin covering the ragged born
Dodging-- brief cases, coffee cups, and the driver-who-just-ran-that-red-light Stutter-stepping-- amidst underground passages of instrument cases strewn before musical flight
Dodging-- ticket booths, turnstiles, and running-for-the-train-as-the-doors-begin-to-meet Stutter-stepping-- amongst jostling travelers of humanity's collage bisecting Mother Nature's beat
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
Looking forward to reading more...
Chanti
so real and exciting
this is it!!!
Regis
Love Tinka
Sounds like mornings in my little town!
Excellent write!
Many blessings,
~Linda