Author: MattWall

it’s Valentines Day I want to do something nice for my wife. I won’t write her a poem. that’s all ego and too obvious. I’ll be a good guy and… Continue reading

baby, baby! it’s all fucked up! it’s shit, baby! what is? she asked. me! I’m shit! I’m all fucked up! what are you talking about? it’s my writing, baby! it’s… Continue reading

when you have depression it’s easier to do things early. what I mean by this is, if you get up before the phone rings before she asks you anything before… Continue reading

you beautiful thing, you! you have brought me so much joy the last three months i don’t know what i would’ve done without you. you died yesterday. it broke my… Continue reading

my knuckles were bloody from punching that other kid in the mouth breaking a few teeth. my hand was sore but he was in more pain he had to tell… Continue reading

i think that there are less writers less creators less poets less imaginaries, than ever before. synthetic serotonin changing our brains making us happier or at least docile. in decades… Continue reading

they say the grass is always greener on the other side. but beneath that grass the things you don’t see dirt, rot, bugs, worms, death, shit, decomposition, bones, old family… Continue reading

your hips feel so good against me it’s as if they were made to fit my hands places formed perfectly for my fingers to rest the steep slope down to… Continue reading