Spanning 33 years, Craig Tigerman's poetry plumbs the spiritual depths of humanity, collectively and individually. His writing covers a range of classic styles; his mastery of the English language shines in his lyrical passages, rhythms, and rhyme schemes.
A scholar after the old school style, Tigerman has been likened to several classic poets in his writing, while it also forges ahead into new worlds, intensely personal yet universal in appeal.
These hills are all but haunting me; They rise and roll, so green and vast, Or golden, shrouded, wanting me To worship here, see future's past In timeless vistas, vaunted mounds Of rocks and earth, grand trees, hued blooms. Their secrets speak in silent sounds: "Commune with me, Nepenthe's rooms."
