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 SmytheSep 8, 2016WATCHING THE SUNRISE OVER SEDONAI 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 SmytheFeb 2, 2016GIVE ME TRAILSOver 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 SmytheDec 2, 2015DECEMBER SECONDRight outside the back door a Plume Moth is gently perched on the siding. Unique, tiny, and intriguing, but out of context. “It’s...