Emily Dickinson Untitled 1 by Don Matthews

Oh to write like Emily – Dickinson – I mean Metaphoric genius Rarely ever seen Every line a puzzle Waiting to unwind Taut with strange intensity Created in her mind Emily is hard to Understand at first What’s this line here meaning? What’s this mean – this verse? Choosing to be solitary Her only friend…

Polyadic by Don Matthews

Polyadic What’s it mean? Quite benign? Quite obscene? Yes it’s in You’re favourite dic Or if you choose Take any pick It simply means Three or more Useless word I ever saw What a useless Waste of time Polyadic Waste of rhyme Polyadic Three or more Four, five, six What a bore How can I…

Recycling Time by Joni Caggiano

inhaling grey dust my dying skin red cells pump time within your cells mixing a sour soup of my regret our broken loop floating away now tasting you allay soaring on in a sky dazzling blue -JONI CAGGIANO Joni’s blog is Rum and Robots, where she has published poetry, photography, and short stories. Take a…