Poems from everetthamilton
I remember feeling so odd.
We were laying in bed and you somehow felt nostalgic.
Nostlagic? This had never happened before.
I had never...
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beneath a godless sky,
(embittered cowards,
panic mongers)
we were the children of a 1000 lost battles;
a red brush stroke slapped on a...
Poetry, according to Webster's decree, is
"Something that is very beautiful
or graceful",
some sophisticated art or form,
meant to make the...
I am the sweet tune
Parted
Artificial
Sweetener
Pitcher of sweetened Kool-Aid
Poisoned the well
I spent the day reading the Kaddish and I keep
staring down at my palms- those lines that remind me of the grooves of my grandfather’s face...