Tuesday, October 27, 2026

Howl a poem not to be confused with Ginsburg

 


I'm in a place

Where quiet is cherished

But I just want to


HOWL


The wolf

of  rage and grief

gnaws at my belly

I need to set him free

I need to go out into the forest

and

HOWL

until I am still

And peace returns to my body

and my mind