red rag

man did not invent fire it was always there in the belly of the beast he endeavoured to calm flaming it's way uninvited to scorch those getting too close burn baby burn a chain of patriarchal anger power to destroy same shit different day   My submission to Quadrille Monday, over at dVerse, when we …

texture of anger

Welcome to Poetics! Michelle (Mish) is our host for today. We know the importance of using the five senses in our poetry and how it enriches the imagery for the reader. A scene of nature, for example becomes more alive with the scents of wildflowers wafting in the wind or the high pitched trill of …

Mr Angry: Chapter 1

A piece of free writing I have just completed. A snip of an idea running around in my head...this is what just tumbled out. Any thoughts? The pain was almost physical. It was as if she had punched into his stomach, the interior part, twisted her fist and left a ghost print of it there. …