Publications
2006
Born-Again Bathers
2006
Pryvett
2006
Archbishop & Son
2006
Touchdowns on the Sun
2005
Job Application
July 2005
Continental Divide
July 2005
Hadley
July 2005
The Art of the Deal
June 2005
Review of David Weedmark's
Tanglewood
June 2005
Review of Stephen Carter's
The Emperor of Ocean Park
May 2005
Iron Maiden Heartcase
May 2005
Journey to the Gate
May 2005
Papal Denunciations
December 2004
Dear Speed in the City of Mammon
November 2004
Cain & Abel
November 2004
Instrument
My Wife Choking
November 2004
Coxswain of Jolly Crescent
Interviewed by Sage Adderley
November 2004
Interview with author
Paul A. Toth
October 2004
A Note to CBS Regarding Dan Rather Being Duped by Phony Documents Regarding George W. Bush's Illustrious Texas
Air National Guard Career
September 2004
Free Speech Even Protects Hypocrisy
September 2004
Tomorrow is a Long Time
August 2004
Tapioca Revolt
August 2004
Drunkard's Prayer
A Note to the Girl Upstairs
Man in the Next Room
August 2004
Self Interview
July 2004
Nightclubbing With Leo
July 2004
Authora Non Grata: Interview with the Best Unpublished Writer I've Ever Read
July 2004
Review of Coffy
July 2004
Bishop's Dance
July 2004
Grudgingly
July 2004
When An Old Flame Comes A-Knockin'
June 2004
Forever & a Day
ISBN 0-9754308-1-5
May 2004
As My Sparks Fly Upward
ISBN 0-9754308-0-7
April 2004
The First Steve Party
March 2004
Las Chicas
Stories published out of Lima, Peru
March 2004
And the Rocks and Stones Shall Sing
November 2003
Cat Theory
November 2003
Crude Oil & Coffee Enemas
September 2003
Introducing the Cruciflex
June 2003
Interview with the Devil
June 2003
Xavier Lipshitz & International Intrigue
August 2002
As My Sparks Fly Upward published by
The Fiction Works
Summer 2002
“Never Be Heard”
“White Cane”
“Poem While Passing
Time in a Diner
at Some Late Hour”
Chemical Beings — Prose Poetry
Job Application
To: Minna Construction
From: Matthew St. Amand
Please accept this prose poem as a request for employment with your company as court writer, stenographer, poet, and balladeer. I have impeccable personal hygiene, quick reflexes, I’m punctual, observant, have my own vehicle, take few sick days, and make friends easily. I know how to help by staying out of the way. My sense of humor has been described as “off color” and “obscure”, however, my daily manner of speech is laden with profanity. I’m an avid watcher of the TV show C.O.P.S., which aids me in relating to the common man.
Why would a construction company need a poet? Because throwing a handful of coins behind nearly finished walls doesn't do justice to the feat of Building. I will write epic poems about your skill and tenacity (Petrarchan sonnets are my specialty), about the vagaries of weather, temperature, and terrain on which you work. I will sing odes during lunch breaks. I’ll go out for coffee and sandwiches. I’ll produce a monograph dedicated to the band of brothers, to their nail guns and dirty boots when the job is finished. To their camaraderie. And when we repair to the neighborhood tavern for ale and spirits, I will regale patrons with tales nails and wood, drywall and tear-dampened cement. I will produce what your sweaty brows, dirty hands, and two-by-fours will not: life everlasting.