Matthew WeaverA memory can be both anchor and wing; a path to heights or to depths, newly- or well-trod.Aug 16, 2018Aug 16, 2018
Matthew WeaverI watch.Beeps and wheezes and sighs and tubes and glows and taps of sensible shoes carrying quietly fierce expertise and quieter truths, keeping…Dec 16, 2016Dec 16, 2016
Matthew WeaverMy sullen girl shimmers inside but her face forgets to shineMy somber girl can’t seem to find the joy that made her mineNov 12, 2016Nov 12, 2016
Matthew WeaverDid you see her?. She’s the juice. She’s LIGHT.She’s the breeze and the night. She’s right over might.Oct 9, 2015Oct 9, 2015
Matthew WeaverWon’t keep your secrets.Hang them out like flags announcing allegiance to a nation-state not yours.Oct 9, 2015Oct 9, 2015
Matthew WeaverI wait for your wordThe space does not transmit the precious, precious voiceOct 9, 2015Oct 9, 2015
Matthew WeaverThe levees did not break. They were broken.Follows: a series of missives, foolishly posted on Facebook first, written to get me through the 10th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina with…Oct 8, 20151Oct 8, 20151