matthew scott harris : Writing

Groundhog day 2026 or Forty five days since 2025 Winter Solstice

Groundhog day 2026 or Forty five days since 2025 W..

A Poem by matthew scott harris


despite the taste of an ice age, i attest that the temperatures will melt the snow and warm the hearts of all creatures great and small.
2022 Polar Vortex - across wide band of North America

2022 Polar Vortex - across wide band of North Amer..

A Poem by matthew scott harris


i hark back a couple years when a severe code blue delivered a power outage within a swath of geographical areas, which found us (myself and the missu..
On blowing my clogged stuffed up nose

On blowing my clogged stuffed up nose

A Poem by matthew scott harris


just awareness at thee necessity for a healthy human body to function optimally lest their demise gets met.
Henry David of Walden Pond fame...

Henry David of Walden Pond fame...

A Poem by matthew scott harris


i felt gripped with the notion that the genus and species of homo sapiens self anointed themselves as supreme over all other life forms.
Once hashtagged as an inarguable picture of physical fitness...

Once hashtagged as an inarguable picture of physic..

A Poem by matthew scott harris


thee disgust at seeing my unsightly reflection in the mirror, which years ago would be ideal for fun house mirror.
In light of death lurking to close for comfort...

In light of death lurking to close for comfort...

A Poem by matthew scott harris


an older sister of mine received the unfortunate diagnosis of the lymph nodes similar to my late mother and two deceased maternal aunts.
Courtesy adroit crook headed professional fraudsters...

Courtesy adroit crook headed professional fraudste..

A Poem by matthew scott harris


I fell prey to man a scam artist's ruse.
Loving memories of thee Amélie,

Loving memories of thee Amélie,

A Poem by matthew scott harris


the title speaks volumes.
Acquiring your diploma...

Acquiring your diploma...

A Poem by matthew scott harris


major fait accompli for thee younger of our two precious progeny despite each being on opposite ends of the intelligence spectrum.
Who whist Anita George...?

Who whist Anita George...?

A Poem by matthew scott harris


a presumed woman who claims to know me, but... woe, no idea who she claims to be, thus i ask anonymous readers about said mystery.