David E. Matthews lives in the Hill Country of Texas. He is saddened by the direction of events, but more perplexed that things are not worse than, or better than, they actually are, if what people believe is true. He has become suspicious - not to say paranoid - of people who seem positive of what is real, and true. The reverberations and resonances of literature is all that sustains him.
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Saturday, August 1, 2020
David Matthews - Three Work-in-progress poems from the book "Max Nix"
David E. Matthews lives in the Hill Country of Texas. He is saddened by the direction of events, but more perplexed that things are not worse than, or better than, they actually are, if what people believe is true. He has become suspicious - not to say paranoid - of people who seem positive of what is real, and true. The reverberations and resonances of literature is all that sustains him.
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David Matthews,
Issue 18,
poetry,
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