matthew scott harris : Writing

Eldest sister of mine under divine hands...

Eldest sister of mine under divine hands...

A Poem by matthew scott harris


the potential demise of a loving camaraderie with a sister, whose treatment for the BIG C - began three days ago, and will be exhausting upon her body..
Quiet of an early morning

Quiet of an early morning

A Poem by matthew scott harris


that slice of nirvana before the surge of humanity surges forth onto the streets meander like a overflowing river heading to their imponderable destin..
Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman fair one day

Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman fair one ..

A Poem by matthew scott harris


thou nary hush red ove i rush within me blood, your truly doth don the em riddled isle juiced far thee phone of it.
Beware The Ides of March 2026

Beware The Ides of March 2026

A Poem by matthew scott harris


years ago, i wondered what other significant local or global events occurred on the fifteenth of march, which sole known to me then happened to be the..
Absolute zero degrees tolerance...

Absolute zero degrees tolerance...

A Poem by matthew scott harris


as a hermit, i thrive on solitude and experience social anxiety when among of village people unbeknownst to me, a foo fighting beastie boy.
Revised but Sixpence none the Richer nor more comprehensible version

Revised but Sixpence none the Richer nor more comp..

A Poem by matthew scott harris


a cancer diagnosis found me re-evaluating the instances when i could have been more emotionally supportive to siblings, parents - deceased, and two da..
Without the easy chair, I would find myself in the doghouse

Without the easy chair, I would find myself in the..

A Poem by matthew scott harris


i let my fingers slide across the keyboard hoping the words would eventually coalesce into some comprehensive logical theme + incorporate this bane ..
My bad mistook the dumpster being emptied as an approaching thunderhead

My bad mistook the dumpster being emptied as an ap..

A Poem by matthew scott harris


a thunderstorm yesterday prompted me to confuse the sound of the dumpster being empty, which dump truck within earshot of where we life in a suburban ..
I (and my double entendre) shrieked at long last...

I (and my double entendre) shrieked at long last....

A Poem by matthew scott harris


i am trying a new style - i.e. not harried, nor swiftly tailored, but letting the threads of my mind unspool as they may and cutting and pasting to af..
March 10th, 2026 felt like any other Aestival day

March 10th, 2026 felt like any other Aestival day

A Poem by matthew scott harris


quite a quantum leap into summer when just a few scant weeks ago old man winter ruled the world.