Junction comes forbidden,
the tails of clouds scurrying
like large gray beasts overhead,
no one chatting now.
the distant lightning chews molecules over
the mountains, the steel-gray
music of gods.
Soon the traffic clears,
the band of white propelling us
forward,
no end yet, just
the signs to Denver
flashing messages,
too slow, too fast,
too little time.
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
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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