Poem: Matrix

By: JD DeHart We should develop a matrix The business suit declares It is pristine white and unmarked Swiveling a chair half-circle Trying on the word matrix Like a new misunderstood hat.

Poem: Rain drops

By: Milt Montague tears of the gods mourning their creation their ultimate achievement the final opus and crowning glory an utter disaster they loved creating the varied species of life then dispersing […]