Crashing in, catching on.
This never seems to amaze me.
Counting back, Cycling off
It's always catching up to me.
This trouble, these clouds
Those thoughts, these crowds.
I'm a different wind, a different sail.
You couldn't figure me out
If you read me by mail.
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.
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.
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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Clouds to many winds of thought.
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Lady Mary Ann