It is quiet as a snowflake
It contains all sound
It dances to the rhythm of every raindrop
It never moves
It is the origin of any order
It is the seed of chaos
It loves and is loved by life
It is practice for death
It sweetly ferments in the soul
It is sober as a February morning
It keeps the company of all
It is the lonely scream
It is being born
It gave birth to everything
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
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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