Adulthood, I've found, is divided into three sections: having sex, contemplating suicide, and remembering childhood. Based on the three poems Matthew Shugart first sent me, he seems to feel the same way. His tales of madness and emotion immediately ring true, and are written in a unique style that compliments his words perfectly. I hope you enjoy his poems as much as I did.
Matthew says, "I am currently living in Detroit, Michigan where I attend Wayne State University. I write, not because of a desire to do so, but for the necessity of the words existing. I also create artwork from pieces of 'city junk' and paint." He has no e-mail address, but you can write him through Unlikely Stories.
Matthew's works here at Unlikely Stories are:
2001:
the only two feared men
put to use
this is as close to the end
thoughts from the roof of an eight floor parking garage
winter
thoughts from the roof of an eight floor parking garage