Anger Comes

Anger comes
Under sock cuff.

Minutes and hours
Chopped in
Food processor like
Helpless almonds.

Until I find
My way cool again.

Elizabeth Howard

Elizabeth writes literary non-fiction, haiku, cultural rants, and Demand Poetry in order to forward the cause of beautiful writing. She teaches and speaks about the rhetorical impact of beautiful writing. A recent transplant to Connecticut, she calls London, Kansas City, and Iowa home. 


  1 comment for “Anger Comes

  1. July 20, 2011 at 1:08 pm

    I’ve felt the sting of Nettle – great metaphors!

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