Matt Coplon

Work by day. Ride by evening. Write by night.

Posts from Matt:

Wedding Day.

There was a short bridge, a perfect arch over an inlet, a cement rainbow delivering us onto the island. The day before, a Royal Navy ... read more

Cigar City.

“It is worth the while to see your native village thus...as if you were a traveler passing through it.” -Henry David Thoreau Ybor, a small sub city, ... read more

In Bloom.

Diagonally across the state of Florida is a small town called Fort Pierce. There, in the late 50’s, a group of African American artists taught ... read more

Prologue. Epilogue. The End.

In November of 2011, I took a short trip up to DC. Over the course of those three days, I caught up with an old ... read more

Philos.

I hoped only for submission. The most viable move: to pin him down with my knees. To swing with both fists, using the ball of ... read more

An Exorcism.

I crept into the small opening in the rear of the fortress. Like a cloaca, this aluminum porthole, injecting, ejecting the kids who thought the ... read more

It Never Felt So Good To Lose.

Fuck off! I screamed. My voice penetrating the “boos” that rained down upon me. A ticker tape parade of trash, half eaten hot dogs, tin foil, ... read more

Peddling Snake Oil.

Under the unkept canopy of oaks and the winding maze of scrub palm, my grandmother would step up to pay the couple dollars for zoo ... read more

Fear And Loathing In Paradise.

I sit here in St. Petersburg. Two miles from the beach. Two miles from what some deem paradise. I sit at a desk, behind warehouse walls, ... read more

Lake Ness.

“There’s Loch Lochy. There’s Loch Oich...like a pig. There’s Linnhy. The biggest, due southwest. And then this, here, Loch Ness.” 'Loch,' I would learn from our bus driver, was ... read more

Skeleton Church.

Some of the kids we met spoke six languages. Mainly while criss crossing Scandinavia, where education is lauded above most other things. English was on ... read more

Incompetent Thievery.

There were seven of us. Seven whiney ass Americans travelling across Central Europe. Whiney we were, compared to the punk kids, from lower income families spread ... read more