Poems

The Cold Rain The iron clouds are shutters clicking shut upon the streetthe silver needles of the storm are sewing up the heatI’m standing beside the hydrant where the weary mongrels barka silhouette of nothingness within the sodden parkthe water hits the denim but the skin is dry as flintI’ve lost the heavy currency and […]

The Anger is Rising The anger is rising and it’s getting hard to hide.Tell me it’ll be alright, tell me just turn the page,and you’ll see the other side, the me that’s filled with rage. There’s no turning back now,there’s no more faking.I wanna calm down, don’t know how,I feel like my mind is baking.

The Anger Was the Signal Before the anger there was confusion about what was wrong,before the anger there was the accommodation of the longlist of things I was telling myself were normal and were fine.Before the anger I was standing on the other side of the linebetween the person who endures and the person who

The Anger and the Art Every piece of work I’ve ever done has had the heat in it,The background radiation of the fury in the fitOf the phrasing and the pressure and the shaping of the thing,The anger and the art are what I’ve been carrying.The anger and the art are not the enemies I

The Anger in the Grief Nobody talks about the anger because it seems wrongyou are supposed to be sad, that is the expected notebut the anger was in me from the beginning and it was realI was angry at the dying and I want to quoteI was angry he had not taken better care of

The Anger That Protected I want to acknowledge what it did before I set it down,I want to give the anger its proper credit in the townOf the things that served me in the years that needed serving,The anger that protected and the protection’s worth observing.The anger that protected is the anger worth the thanks,The

The Anger That Was Right There’s the anger you should feel and there’s the rest,there’s the anger that is the honest interestof the man who has been genuinely wronged.There’s the anger that is loud and the kind that longedfor justification all along and found it late.There’s the anger that comes righteous at the gateof the

The Anger Stage Don’t tell me it’s a process, don’t hand me your compassion map,I’m not at peace with anything and I don’t need the wrap,You want me clean and functional, you want me through the haze,But I am burning red and ugly in the anger phase.I’m angry at the doctors who said everything was

The Anger That Is Right Not all anger is the same and I am telling you the kind I hold,Is the anger that is right, it is the documented and the bold,Expression of the truth of what occurred and what it meant,And the anger that is right is the most precise I have spent.I have

The Anger I Will Always Have I’m not going to pretend that this is going away in full,I’m not going to claim that I’ve exhausted all the pullOf the fury at the wrong and at the insufficient and the missed,The anger I will always have persists.The anger I will always have is part of who