Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
7 ½ By the time I was 7 ½ it was clear to me my mother was an alcoholic She would last another 7 ½ years and die when I was 15 7 ½ years later I woke up on Continue reading 7 ½ by Bradley Mason Hamlin
How to Blow Your Brains Out Sometimes only sadly songs will do the upbeat stuff just too much to ask of the self “Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down” bittersweet creative lonely “The Warmth of the Sun” beautiful melancholy wanting “The Very Continue reading How to Blow Your Brains Out by Bradley Mason Hamlin
blues for breakfast for B.B. King 3 o’ clock in the morning I woke up feeling troubled nothing unusual for me but luckily I had not drunk the night before or there could be extra demons ghost dementia ‘till six Continue reading blues for breakfast by Bradley Mason Hamlin
Drawing Down Lightning I like it yet it causes the chaos I hate it yet I miss the tornado she wants me to drink with her she hates it when I get drunk the kids say I’m an asshole when Continue reading Drawing Down Lightning by Bradley Mason Hamlin
Break the Night I have good neighbors worst they do is sometimes talk to me maybe they hear me shouting for irrational or perfectly sane reasons either way they don’t ask maybe they hear beer bottles break or a jar Continue reading Break the Night by Bradley Mason Hamlin