Matt SmytheMar 9, 2015WELCOME TO TEXASjuxtaposed with an unlikely six hour jazz session on a straining static and likely below-the-radar bible-belt FM station and...
Matt SmytheFeb 10, 2015LYRIClook 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 SmytheJan 25, 2015FOREVER. 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 SmytheDec 31, 2014PEACE, REGARDLESSI sing my wisdomless parable to the again changing season. To the birds’ hushed morning selves. To the gathering blanket of snow. To the...
Matt SmytheDec 29, 2014WEST TO WATERMidway from Chicago to LA it still hasn’t hit me. Sprawling canyon, salt flat, scrub brown and mountains crawl below. I carried on three...
Matt SmytheDec 9, 2014THE COURAGE OF HOPEI have two handwritten quotes on two small pieces of yellow legal paper taped to the wall next to my desk. Each given to me by friends at...
Matt SmytheDec 4, 2014SHOOTING DARTS IN ALASKAWhen the day falls and the thin promise of neon rises, the brown liquor and beer go down easier, and with more truth, and there’s a vague...
Matt SmytheSep 24, 2014FIVE YEARSFive 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 SmytheJul 22, 2014DISPATCH FROM BEAVER ISLANDFrom the Monday I received Kevin Morlock’s email inviting me to fly fish for carp on Beaver Island, to the Wednesday when the wheels of...
Matt SmytheApr 6, 2014GLORIOUS MAYHEMLast year we got into fish. Maybe a dozen six-to-ten-pound lake-run soupbones that had a mind to break our ankles before we even took a...