Category Archives: Mather Schneider

by Mather Schneider 5:42 a.m., cloud cover low like wet wool. The weather’s going insane, neighbors lined up, tawny silhouettes watching the sunrise, except for the skinny guy in #8 sitting on his military-made bed rolling the joints for the … Continue reading →

by Mather Scheider I don’t like to have my face touched even in tenderness. I don’t like to be looked at too long. Molars of life big as the moon crunch and grind our lives. We smile if we can … Continue reading →

by Mather Schneider The tomatoes are choking in the grass and the sun beats down on us with our wrong names and bowlegs and our faces depressed and angry for too many reasons no one can name them all and … Continue reading →