Matthew Sam Prendergast
I stand in the doorway. There you sit, wrapped in your shawl, that silly show blaring, Patty sitting by, your youngest, doing whatever it is she does on that phone of hers to escape the fact that you are slowly dying. “What’d you say Matt?” you ask, and I am comforted that you still remember……
Moments and spans of time snake their way through my memory and find themselves transfixed in mid-flight, and just suddenly, due to some smell or some sound or some dream everything that was past is present, and everything from then is now, but only in those elusive spasms when I mutter things to myself to……
“He who destroys a good book kills reason itself.” – Milton Read to a creative writing class on August 29, 2024: As you all obviously know, I teach creative writing. But I also teach those pesky Gen Ed composition classes you have to take. I have recently been instructed by the legislature of Indiana that……
