I have a big backyard that I share with God’s finer creations. Objects of rare and ardent beauty lent to me to tend and till. Oh so good to grab the earth and pack the earthworm’s mud, to be His gardens keeper. So I say, all cheer the fancy daffodils, regard the much maligned dandelion and beware the fetching rose in His name. Yes. . . Yes, I praise and offer thanks for His art and crafts weaving rainbows in seasonal displays of bud and bloom in my rich backyard. Where the squirrels chatter and the beetles bury, the mantis prays and the crow caws just a little joy.
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...
Well done.
Elizabeth