Forrest Hamer
A Dull Sound, Varying Now And Again by Forrest Hamer

A Dull Sound, Varying Now And Again by Forrest Hamer

And then we began eating corn starch,chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilferedArgo boxes stored away to stiffenmy white dress shirt, and my cousinand I played or watched TV, no ...

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Lesson by Forrest Hamer

Lesson by Forrest Hamer

It was 1963 or 4, summer,and my father was driving our familyfrom Ft. Hood to North Carolina in our 56 Buick.We'd been hearing about Klan attacks, and we knewMississippi to be ...

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Initiation by Forrest Hamer

Initiation by Forrest Hamer

After I stumbled through the gauntlet, after they had hit meAs hard as they could,Some there only because there was someone elseTo be brought in, I joined themIn greeting the new ...

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A Dull Sound, Varying Now And Again by Forrest Hamer

A Dull Sound, Varying Now And Again by Forrest Hamer

And then we began eating corn starch,chalk chewed wet into sirup. We pilferedArgo boxes stored away to stiffenmy white dress shirt, and my cousinand I played or watched TV, no ...

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A Poem Also About The Unconscious by Forrest Hamer

A Poem Also About The Unconscious by Forrest Hamer

To make it back home across town,we had to learn to walkonly through black neighborhoods.Think about this as the mapof a mindlaying out spacesthat are familiar and safeas well as ...

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A Poem Also About Duplicity by Forrest Hamer

A Poem Also About Duplicity by Forrest Hamer

It would be unfortunate if the idea of multiple selvesobscured the fact the self is stillresponsible for the terror it makes in the mind. It would be a mistake if the ...

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Charlene-N-Booker 4ever by Forrest Hamer

Charlene-N-Booker 4ever by Forrest Hamer

And the old men, supervising grown grandsons, nephews,any man a boy given this chance of makinga new sidewalk outside the apartment building wheresome of them live, three old men ...

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Grace by Forrest Hamer

Grace by Forrest Hamer

This air is flooded with her. I am a boy again, and my motherand I lie on wet grass, laughing. She startles, turns tomarigolds at my side, saying beautiful, and I can see the ...

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