The Rain is an epic poem. As the Sonoran Desert braces for another season of torrential rains, blowing dust, and microbursts, humans and creatures alike do anything to find shelter.
"A long meditative poem that soothes the soul."
"You can hear the rain as you read along."
Enjoy the rhythmic poetry sing music into your psyche while lyrical words dance between the notes.
Excerpt
"...
Within the hour, the grasshopper’s worry had manifested.
The clouds had schemed to constitute their puzzle;
each took turns to obliterate the blue heavens.
The cooler breezes metamorphose the sultry air
into a cold turbulence.
By the time the storm surges, I had escaped into my house;
I tend my plants,
I water and prune.
The wind becomes sprinkles then heavy rain.
The deluge escalates until the fierce display
knocks over the landscape with gusts;
leaves, twigs, and bugs fly through the air.
Lightning and thunder discharge in and out of clouds
while the booms of sound ring my ears.
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
