I had some dreams alright, but not when I was a teenager. I lived for the day, the hell with tomorrow. In my early adulthood, I had some dreams, which were dashed and torn asunder by the hell I was living. I'm old now, the only dream I have is will I awake for tomorrow
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...
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
That last line leaves me wondering about those, "darkened Dimples."
Ron