the slits of green got confused,
they began inching their way
to life, when the norther
came through,
dumping a ton of hurt,
the white blizzard ten feet deep,
but persistence can work too,
like the boulders broken
along I-70 near St. Louis,
where seedlings grew and
now huge trees busted out, breaking
the solid stone and
slipping the reddish rocks
to their doom.
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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