About This Blog

In my youth, I wrote bad poetry. It was important to me, perhaps even more important than the bad writing I do now. I refer to that time as my Angry Young Man phase: others perceived me to be a “young man,” and I was, well, angry. So I share the AYM poems here — why not? Since the flaws in these writings are numerous and obvious, I hope that any comments about them will offer other kinds of insights and interpretations. I’ll post a poem every few days — until the anger stops.