Author: Matthew Rodriguez

I saw a man who looked just like Bukowski. He sat in an old Kia Sportage wearing a blue shirt, waiting for his wife to come out of the grocery store. I looked his way twice and smiled, baffled at the resemblance with the fellow poet. Just the previous night,…

Sometimes I don’t know if life is a random sequence of events or a novel carefully orchestrated by an anonymous writer who narrates his story in the third person, and titles his œuvre in the first. An honest man who became a villain or a villain who needed the correct…

Alma mater revisited these hallways contained unkempt books, books long unread long un-curated. a library far from its potential. no money to take care of books the government says— shame, shame. How could this be? How could we allow such a thing? Oh, please tell me why, for I know…

It is an honor to see you are remembered and held in such high esteem around these parts. The lady you helped in your FEMA days remembered you. The nice old man at the guard tower too, even my new buddy remembered you. I see myself as you or as…

Life doesn’t change immediately if at all, Not all problems have to be solved now, some things are just meant to be poetry…

I walked the streets of the Northern town that saw me open my eyes for the first time by the waves plagued by abandoned buildings. The blue prison that could be a museum, I saw. The same prison where a fellow writer I met was harbored many years ago for…

A cosmic benevolent being speaks to me on the road. He teaches me things not so apparent at first glance, Like Daniel, I have had to peel at the layers of these obscure lessons towards a process of self-discovery. In a world where brainwashing is as real as the leaves…