Matt Laska

July 12, 2026 Have I ever told you about the time I was on a boat in the middle of the ocean? It was an old, single-masted whaling ship, made all of wood. It was me, the captain, and his mate. We were sailing north to deliver something, but they wouldn't tell me what. All I can remember is the terrible sounds, as I was tethered below deck, near to the captain's rifle (just out of reach) and his Bible (just within). The joints of the wooden hull bound on themselves as they rac

Mar 16, 2026 An excerpt from a letter to a poet | ...And with that, Young Heart, I think I’ve told you everything. But the urge to scribble persists. Shall I expound on my theory of unvarnished truth? Or should I tell you about the time that the Patron Saint of Vicarious Understanding, the one and only empathic mind of the Common Era, and my unofficial girlfriend in a coma, Simone Weil, visited Thomas Merton’s hermitage at the Abbey of Gethsemani in the summer of 1942? Opti

The little guy has a one track mind.