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Matt Smythe
Jul 15, 2020
'67 BRONCO
how many heartbreaks spilled across the front bench seat how many awkward sweating attempts at love Saturday night whiskey breath dirt...
Matt Smythe
Sep 8, 2016
WATCHING THE SUNRISE OVER SEDONA
I closed my eyes for one inhale and exhale stood waiting and small sage on the wind reminding me that I am west again so many stars...
Matt Smythe
Feb 2, 2016
GIVE ME TRAILS
Over the course of a summer of running trails in my favorite park in upstate NY, I had pretty much written a poem in my head. When I...
Matt Smythe
Dec 2, 2015
DECEMBER SECOND
Right outside the back door a Plume Moth is gently perched on the siding. Unique, tiny, and intriguing, but out of context. “It’s...
Matt Smythe
Jul 25, 2015
HARDWOODS
I unearthed my old grad school poet’s notebook this morning. Cracking the cover, I found a sheaf of paper that held several iterations of...
Matt Smythe
Apr 17, 2015
THE DISTANCE BETWEEN
They’re like clockwork against the far bank. Two browns holding down the midge-buffet line. Rise…rise. Count three. Rise…rise. I know how...
Matt Smythe
Apr 1, 2015
HUSH FOR ONE SECOND
hush for one second I said hold still what do you hear I asked geese wind everything then off they went
Matt Smythe
Mar 9, 2015
WELCOME TO TEXAS
juxtaposed with an unlikely six hour jazz session on a straining static and likely below-the-radar bible-belt FM station and...
Matt Smythe
Feb 10, 2015
LYRIC
look out from the mountain hear her voice giant and sprawling a song going on & on in pine and sky her inspiration far closer than her...
Matt Smythe
Jan 25, 2015
FOREVER. SUDDENLY.
on the road southeast of Ashton they climb on my left from a small fistfull of foothills out my half-open window standing then swallowed...
Matt Smythe
Dec 31, 2014
PEACE, REGARDLESS
I sing my wisdomless parable to the again changing season. To the birds’ hushed morning selves. To the gathering blanket of snow. To the...
Matt Smythe
Sep 24, 2014
FIVE YEARS
Five years ago today I hit publish on my first post here. I had spend the better part of two months trying to figure out what it was that...
Matt Smythe
Apr 3, 2014
SPRING COMMITS
shifting thumbprint wandering at dawn higher arc of lightrise laying claim to shadows in the woods connection of connections swollen...
Matt Smythe
Jan 17, 2014
LAST NIGHT. THIS MORNING.
This morning an intricate and careless strata of clouds carried the orange, orange-yellow-red of sunrise. Its light reaching into the...
Matt Smythe
Jan 4, 2014
TRACKS IN JANUARY SNOW
I turn to head back inside pressing new steps into the snow different than the ones that brought me here
Matt Smythe
May 8, 2013
EVERYDAY. A HAIKU.
live and live bigger there is no dying even when we are long dead
Matt Smythe
Feb 4, 2013
1.6 MILES FROM LAGUARDIA
automatic traffic planes whine below city sound city life even in almost single-digit daylight still busy full moving this is Friday...
Matt Smythe
Dec 2, 2012
HUNTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY
yesterday evening I sat where I sit now waiting for whitetails to materialize snow was falling and geese filled the graying skies ...
Matt Smythe
Oct 24, 2012
IN PRAISE OF SMALL WATER
There is a constant truth in these waters. Their direction and existence an age-old story told whether one or many or none listens. ...
Matt Smythe
Oct 17, 2012
OUR THOUSAND MILES
I was elected and served a two-year term on the Canandaigua City Council back in 2009. My decision to run was based on my need to not...
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