THE VALUE OF SEEING IN P.C. // matt werbach
Is anyone’s favorite flavor really vanilla? No, it’s not an essay about ice cream. I got in a Facebook argument the other day—a quick pointless spat really—that later woke me […]
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THANK YOU FOR THE SADNESS // matt werbach
I no longer believe in the conventional understanding of time and experience. Not like in LOST, although after two years of contemplating it I think maybe I’m starting to understand […]
IT’LL BE BETTER HERE // matt werbach
I’d never seen anyone smoking American Spirits before. She didn’t hide them either. Most kids would walk around the back of the basketball courts to where the old tetherball poles […]
IT STARTED ON A THURSDAY (part four) // matt werbach
We laid on the pavement watching the stars vibrate and pulse. The sky pushed at us and then drew back. A heart behind the blackness, sprinkled with light, beat. “Did […]
IT STARTED ON A THURSDAY (part three) // matt werbach
I knew she was there. I saw her walk up while I was pinching at Katherine’s sides. Katherine never let anyone touch her stomach. She told me it was different […]
IT STARTED ON A THURSDAY (part two) // matt werbach
Katherine told me to wash my face with Dove soap and a hand towel. She said to scrub hard. In front of the mirror, I popped a small zit where […]
IT STARTED ON A THURSDAY (part one) // matt werbach
I’d never seen anyone smoking American Spirits before. She didn’t hide them either. Most kids would walk around the back of the basketball courts to where the old tetherball poles […]
I FEAR I MAY SUCCEED // matt werbach
I didn’t think it would be like this. Truth be told, I didn’t think I’d ever get this close, let alone get it done. I was on the phone with […]
DON’T CALL ME ANNIE // matt werbach
I was maybe 11. I was wearing orange and black Hammer pants that I’m pretty sure Icky Woods inspired. They were a hand-me-down from my cousin, which could have been […]
WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU SNAKES // matt werbach
It had been a rough few weeks, and it felt like the world was conspiring against me. It wasn’t, but I wasn’t simply being dramatic. I had at least five […]
