Friday, March 31, 2006

The Sweetest Prostitutes Comments

Rating: 5.0

2AM boulevards
Bathe me in lonely headlights.
My soul is broken
Like the crumbling pavement
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Uriah Hamilton
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Anna Russell 01 May 2006

An poignant, haunting, James Ellroy - esque delight. Ooh, get me sounding like a proper critic! Hugs Anna xxx PS Have a 10

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Dan Tharp 01 April 2006

I have read several of your poems now, Uriah... You are a gem of a poet and I am going to add you to my friends list. dan

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Hugh Cobb 31 March 2006

Uriah, Pain is often a source of art and at its best art can take pain and transcend into beauty. You manage that here. Good work. Best, Hugh

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Martha Frost 31 March 2006

Uriah, this makes me so sad...You might want to read my latest poem posted today, 'Love Consummated.' Perhaps it will cheer you up...or something. Skye

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Joy Vanderhelm 31 March 2006

See, there you go again. A grat beacon of light from darkness and you harnassed its very essence. Fine, fine work.

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hey, Uriah, what are you doing over there? holding seance with the ghost of Jack Kerouac? BEATIFIC! Jake

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***** ********* 31 March 2006

A very meloncholy write Uriah! You must get out earlier to pick the ripest peaches. 10 from smiling sweetly! Tai

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Ernestine Northover 31 March 2006

Oh, Uriah, this is a beautiful write, very mournful, but a sweet poem. and I love the last verse. Clever you. I will applaud. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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Sandra Fowler 31 March 2006

A fine street poem. It has the mood of a Bob Dylan folk song. Kindest regards, Sandra

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