the sound of my voice...
...echoing
from the depths,
rising
ebbing
with each syllable
spoken
the words s t r e t c h i n g
across the page
my fingers striking
the keys — sweet melodies playing in my ears —
with each template embracing
the parchment,
recording my every thought,
my every image
to the page
for future generations
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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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