Author: William Matthews

The lump of coal my parents teased I’d find in my Christmas stocking Turned out each year to be an […]

So here the great man stood, Fermenting malice and poems We have to be nearly as fierce Against ourselves as […]

“Perhaps you’ll tire of me,” muses My love, although she’s like a great city To me, or a park that […]

I like divorce. I love to compose Letters of resignation; now and then I send one in and leave in […]

What did I think, a storm clutching a clarinet And boarding a downtown bus, headed for lessons? I had pieces […]