Author Archives: Matthew

About Matthew

A father, son, husband, and fairly rad dude.

April Poem #26

I Am So Over Oklahoma

Hills of polystyrene
across the windswept plain
float on muddied water
that doesn’t belong there.
Cowboys walk everywhere
or drive in their trucks
always sucking fuel
burning wood

April Poem #25

It Shines

The smell of urine,
it falls before my
mighty sponge,
replaced with pine
blue water.
The toilet gleams
as I swirl the concoction
within it’s bowl.
I scrub the floor
the grime released
defeated by me
and my brethren.

April Poem #24

The Gift that Keeps On Giving

The picture my mother
gave to my lady
to remind her of me
features me as a tot
in a diaper.
My face is obscured
by snorkel and mask
with the face of a frog.
“Her frog prince”
she might say.
She just laughs.

April Poem #23

Then and Now

It was Yesterday
when it all seemed
to work.
The plan was
right in front
of me.
To be that one
they all looked
up to and
wished they could be.
It was so simple
It was so easy
to have happen.
Then Life happened.
It happened without warning
without my thought
it just came and
carried me with it
to now.

Number 23.  Not much more time left in the month!

Earth Day & April Poem #22

I suppose we all know it’s earth day.  Earth Day.

Nature Poem

The wind whispers through the trees
as I crunch the twigs on the trail.
Standing upright, my eyes at the sky
Colors bright and vibrant.
Grendel (the canine) runs ahead
A smell too keen to ignore
as he sniffs and lets me pass
and he runs to catch up.
We are alone

Earth Day was started by Senator Gaylord Nelson in the sixties.  It was for us to celebrate the earth and promote ways to care for it.  I am surprised there isn’t more buzz considering the climate change debate going on in the world.  By buzz, I mean celebrity specials.

Every big day in this world of ours seems to illicit a special on TV.  Either a Christmas, Easter, or Halloween Special.  There’s some sort of celebrity spectacular involving musical acts and fast cuts to the President laughing and applauding.

Where’s the Earth Day Special?  I suppose such an event would seem counter-productive, considering all the resources that would go into such a thing.  I feel I must protest the lack, though.

April Poem #21

“Did I steal your seat?”
The lady asked the other.
The Other had come out
from the back of the clinic
and the Lady thought
she cries.
I stole her seat.
The Other shook her head
tears in her eyes
and sat elsewhere.

On the Nature of a Man and his Dog

We have a cat that I have talked about somewhat.  Kona Blend Coffee is her name, but we call her Kona.  She was originally Kona of Onyx or Onyx of Kona, but the Onyx moniker has fallen to the wayside, which makes me feel bad because it was Sam’s choice for the kitten.  She is a lovely ball of fluff and I am very glad we got her.  I have never had a cat lick my fingers or playfully bite me.

She did accidentily scratch my head getting on the bed this morning.  I have forgiven her though.

My whole life I have maintained myself to be a dog person.  And to be true, I am.  I will not be a fibber; Dogs are more work to have than cats.  Cats generally take care of themselves and don’t need to be let outside all the time.  I don’t need to take Kona on a walk.  She doesn’t start doing backflips and circles if my hand gets within a foot of a leash.

But I am still a dog person.

I tried explaining this to Sam once, and she didn’t like it.  Men – not all, and certainly not just men – are attached to their dogs.  Attached in a way that is hard to explain or understand.  I have known a few men (parents of friends) who had a dog a while ago.  Losing that dog was so hard they have never been able to get another one.  Yet, these same men would no doubt be able to find a new woman to spend their life with should their current one pass on.

Why is this?  This probably sounds a bit callous, but do we (men) feel more connection with our canines then our wives?  Given the choice between the dog and my lady, who would I rather be in the woods with?  Well, it depends.  Grendel is a terrible geocacher.  I also have to carry his poop.

But on those occasions I want to be alone, I actually mean alone with Grendel.  A dog doesn’t disrupt my thoughts on a walk.  I can talk to him and pretend he is saying back what I want to hear.

I love Sam.  I love her more than any other human being.  But to call her my soul mate is hard.  I feel like I have a dog for a soulmate.  This happens to people.  When Grendel passes on – and he will, he’s already seven – I will have a hard time of it.  I do think I’ll be able to get a new dog, but there will always be a Grendel shaped hole.

My first dog was named Curie.  She was a muttski, as I call them.  The few summers of her life brought clippers to her fur as it was thick and prone to matting.  She was an incredibly intelligent dog and playful.  Curie memorized her trick pattern so that upon sight of a biscuit, she would sit, jump, lay down, roll over, sit back up and bark without command.  The whole process was very funny and I never had the heart to break it down.

Curie’s liver failed when she was two years old.  I was at camp at the time.

Despite Grendel’s impact upon me, I still maintain her to have been the best dog ever.  And that is what I was thinking about on my bicycle today.  Dogs and humans.  We sure do complement each other.

April Poem #19 and State of the Blog/What’s the Book?

I Swear You Did It

Up from bed
Where is it?
The door
The door opens
and the barn door opens
and it splashes
upon the
The toilet?
I don’t know what I’m doing,
this is the bathroom, right?
To bed again.

Blog is a silly word.  I wish there were a better word for online journals with that same shortness.  Anyway, I have made it through almost all of the April Poetry Challenge at Poetic Asides. There is quite a community forming, which I am not a part of.  Serious poetry is not my style.  There are several very good poems being written.  I am just doing my best there.

I have posted on this blog almost every day for about two months!  That is a long time to keep doing something.  It has been fun, and also nice to have regular reader(s).  Yes, people I went to school with count!  I suppose it helps to actually update with real things.

I think I had said, but if I didn’t, I submitted a story to Glimmer Train last week.  It has gone through numerous critiquing and is as clean as I think it will ever be.  I love the story and I have been writing it since High School.  Strange that it remains under 2000 words.  But what can one do?

Reading right now:  Two bread cookbooks, Interview with the Vampire, an annotated copy of HP Lovecraft stories, and a book of Flannery O’Connor stories.  I just finished with Peter and the Secret of Rundoon, which was very good and I will no doubt post my thoughts in a seperate spot.

Work continues on Attack of the Space Pirates.  Yesterday saw the encyclopedia entry for the history of SPACE (Sentient and Peaceful Association of Cosmic Entities) as well as varous other things.  It is a very silly and fun book to work on.  For instance, the currency of SPACE is the speso (spay-so) which cracks me up every time.

April Poem #18

You are taking what I said wrong.
There is no connection between
what I said and what you think.
You did not listen
You only heard.
I say what mean
please don’t infer
for that only leads
you to anger
toward me.