[Donna English]

Wolves in sheeps clothing, anyone?

Here's one to start


I read your poem “Be Vegan” this morning, and gasped. It took my breath away! The ow/cow rhyme choked me up, tears ran down my cheeks. I knew, once I’d recovered and continued reading, that I didn’t want to eat any more bacon and eggs.

[Roger Slater]

I read your poem, "Come Hither, Darkness," and finally understood what it means to be depressed.

[Peter Wyton]

I read your poem "Aubade", but I thought it was worse than that,
Peter Wyton

[Roger Slater]

I read your poem, "Insomnia," and suggest that you change the title to "The Cure."

[Michael Cantor]

Dear Joe - your sonnet on the tiresome drone of much formal verse speaks for itself.

Alternate version: "essay on the pretentious drone of many contemporary academics"

[Donna English]

Roger, Peter, Michael you guys, have no idea how much I needed a laugh tonight, thanks!


Hello Reggie, The brilliance of line S1L3

“Her skin glistened, luminous with sparkling starshine and moonbeams”

is evident to anyone with eyes. The imagery is seared on my retinas,
and lights the dark apartment of my mind.