Stabbed by hatred,
Wounds bleed
inwardly.
Their cries for help
drowned out
by the deafening sounds
of judgment! Remember,
when we accuse,
we hold the knife.
Watch who tends their wounds
and wipes their cheeks
Who lifts the broken
from their knees.
Yes, I know
I understand
For I have cried
the same tears.
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
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.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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