Matt Smythe
'67 BRONCO
how many heartbreaks spilled across the front bench seat how many awkward sweating attempts at love Saturday night whiskey breath dirt...
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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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