Absence

Years after my youth
I return to this old place
(I grew up here/have grown
since)…...

It's like a dryed up pen
No words to let myself depend

I love with a lost heart

And...

like the infinite vista
upon the midwestern plain
farther than the eyes of mine
(an...

(on a rainy May thirteenth
two thousand and twenty five)
as a balm against ennui
...

The day was young without sadness
All the tears had all been shed

The words had all been...

Dark shining night
With silver highlights
Riding my old mare
Through the midnight...

Often these days
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to...

The following account predicated on partial fact and a healthy dose of prevarication with an attendant...

Two months of butterflies and ugly lies
You turned so quickly I was speechless
You became...

I wish I didn't even have to write this about you
Because you are a wonderful daddy,
But you'...

unexpectedly came about,
when possible prospect
of the wife going
to Puerto Rico by...

He who shall not be named,
Is the beginning, the creator, the cause
Of the rewiring, and the...

It's not you, It's me
I try to get you to understand me
But I always fail, effortlessly...

I led a boring life.
The end.

All joking aside, now the epilogue.

As a bookish...

Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our...

with a scheming, loving, and enticing guise
alive and well seeking gullible guys
(once upon...

I'm not sure, nor entirely honest with myself, as to why pink blossom holds my gaze as it does: it always...