anger

Jonathan Hiskes grapples with parental anger amid the tedium and injustice of the COVID-19 pandemic.

In this poem, Janet Sunderland powerfully connects an encounter with the natural world to the everyday darkness of death and war and hopelessness.

I’ve drawn blood from others, in my childhood, even friends and kin— slit the heavy garment of skin or split sinus caves with the hard hammer of my fist. Very young, I cried if my sister hurt herself. Later, her hot blood slicked my hammering hand— that hurt was, more than hers, my own. And […]