mythofmatt

What times, it’s hard to even know where to begin. There is no beginning, no end. There is only now, only the smashing present while our hum...

Flickering light on the tomb, the theme song from The Young & The Restless permeating the womb. Years upon years upon years o...

Carry two gallons of spring water across the meadows. Breathe deeply. Heady air, cold hands. Laboring breath. Holy breath. B...

I don’t know if there is any rhyme or reason to it. It starts in the gut, rises up into the chest, surrounds the heart and presses agai...

God I can’t wait to get back home. I miss the grey-trunked trees, the primeval forest, the barren mountainsides, the cold earth littered wit...

The other night I was driving home from work. It was a bit foggy but not as bad as I had seen it before. The day was warm and the early even...

It is mid-day and it is dark and ominous. Friday night I was sitting in the mountain house having dinner with my sister and a couple of frie...