Matt Mullins lives and writes in Kalamazoo, Michigan. A musician, poet, and fiction writer, he spends a considerable amount of time splitting firewood and driving around in the dark with his car stereo turned off. His work has appeared in Descant, The Birmingham Poetry Review, Born Magazine, The Grand Valley Review, The Detroit Metro Times, The Furnace, and elsewhere.
They love me
this means I'm beautiful
because they love me
I'll always be beautiful
...
One day he will come into the bathroom
to watch you use the blade. And at five
or six or however old he still won't have
the right words, but what he'll be looking for
...
Forget if you will the flowers
and gowns and suits of music;
forget the priest or rabbi
or judge and see only these
...
Chinatown: a neon mantis.
Hailstones tapping a
Mandarin braille of love.
...
The week you were born
eighty-some people died in Waco, Texas
the wrong finale to a long stand-off
between Branch Davidians and the ATF
...