car lot jammed with black Hondas,
something about those 35 mm
cameras, snapping at midnight,
each shot revealing intruders, criminals,
those who break & enter our homes,
our suburban oases.
each citizen angry now, slamming car doors,
hurrying past the litter
of Kodak boxes piled along
sidewalks, each citizen holding
a camera, wanting instant film documentation of evil.
but overworked camera experts
steal time for sales, pushing new cameras,
new video-options, instead of dealing
with photos so gruesome, so revealing,
that camera sales have multiplied
like baby spiders in gray birthing sacs.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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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