YOUR STUPIDITY PRECEDES YOU // matt werbach
photo: matt werbach I should know better than to build a piece around the ignorant comments semi-anonymous readers leave on small regional newspaper websites. I’m going to ignore the voice […]
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HOW WE TELL // matt werbach
photo: matt werbach I would like to start a conversation with no intention of ending it. I don’t even know the question I seek to ask. I think I want […]
YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND // matt werbach
photo: matt werbach “There is supposed to be ice on the roads. I’m a little worried.” “Drive carefully.” “Love you.” Her breath smelled of coffee and toothpaste. “Love you too.” […]
WE ARE NOT NOW THAT STRENGTH // matt werbach
My grandfather was a boxer. He won a Pan-Am amateur title of some sort in Cuba before people couldn’t go to Cuba anymore. He looked like Hemingway, but he was […]
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 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 […]
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 […]
