In my worst nightmares, I’m standing outside the Candy Shop,
crying on the sidewalk in Brooklyn.
A moment in time—
where only I could remember
the night you refused to come out and talk.
Tag: Poetry
Notes from In Between
The volume alone/
slurred over tones of defeat/
should be enough for you to know/
we’re not as discrete as we seem
Dreams Like
Hostage to circumstance/
try to affirm that I’m magic
Fables
A girl runs away from home, hoping to see her boyfriend. It’s the middle of the night. She gets in a car with a stranger. They share a beer and things get weird. She jumps […]
Ghost Light
Lonely bulb
Moonbeam beacon
Cascades
On the stage
Pitch black
elegy of a fruit fly
i befriended a fruit fly once,
with body black, and bending knees.
knowing secrets of the universe, hence
it told me how to live in peace.
Five Poems by Max Hamilton
o-scrape off in time n-watch th-word-raid brake
Don’t
Don’t hold my face when you say it./
Don’t look at me as if you’ll crumble if I turn away.
Interview with Christopher X. Shade
Shade talks with poetry editor Max Hamilton about confronting grief through meditation and writing.
Anti-Sweetheart Sentiment
I’ve always thought redemptions should come in the form of damp little castles.