Matt SmytheApr 16, 2021WORK TRAVELI imagine our pilot climbing from the clouds and spotting the plane ahead of us, saying I can catch that fucker. Think of the...
Matt SmytheSep 3, 2020GOD BLESS BLUEGRASSthank fucking god for that guitar making the most of his chance in hell whiskey with two ice cubes amphetamine fiddle and impossible...
Matt SmytheJul 23, 2020CORPUS CHRISTII wake to the wilderness in her eyes and a futile wish for cool air from the ceiling fan. Morning coffee and a cigarette on the porch....
Matt SmytheJul 15, 2020'67 BRONCOhow many heartbreaks spilled across the front bench seat how many awkward sweating attempts at love Saturday night whiskey breath dirt...
Matt SmytheJul 10, 2020FOR DECADES I'VE HIDDENFor decades I’ve hidden in the freedom of woods and water. Childhood nature now grown. Immersed, enjambed one hushed exhale into the next...
Matt SmytheDec 31, 2017WIDE OPEN AGAINWe’re just about ready to put a fantastic – and challenging – 2017 in the rear view. It’s been a year of change for me, my family, and...
Matt SmytheNov 17, 2017FIVE WEIGHTNot here. You fuckers cannot follow me here. His dad looked over his shoulder from the tailgate at Charlie, standing in the tall grass...
Matt SmytheNov 9, 2017FIRST LIGHTAt first light I returned to where we had last seen blood. A sparkling sheen of frost on the fields, thin ice on standing water, and my...