Poems from estetson
Second Sunday of May my father brought my brother, mother, and I
to our favorite breakfast place to celebrate the holiday.
I was young,...
Up and down the sidewalks,
under roofs blanketed in white,
the people walk past windows
staring at what’s inside.
Through panels of...
The saying goes:
“The pen is mightier than the sword”.
She sat there with pen in hand,
and blade in the other.
The latter the perpetrator...
We're so Starving.
Looking in the mirror, mistaking what we see for what we believe
Knowing the media makes billions of off billions of...