Author Matthew Heneghan

I spent the greater part of last night standing beneath an ocean of stars. Staring out at the twinkling expanse, trying to humble myself. I had hoped that by fleeing the covers of bed to stand under a sabled night sky, I would find perspective on the things that plagued…

The string band played melodiously in the corner of the room. A frantic frenzy of overlapping conversations could be heard between beats. It was a busy place, and I was tucked away at a corner table by the window. I tried to force myself to enjoy my surroundings. Objectively, I…

August… a month that holds diverse meaning. To some, it marks the countdown to the return of scholastic responsibilities. To others, the impending end of summer sun, with the promise of cold days to come. The inescapable truth about this sequential group of dwindling days, is that no matter what…

As these dog days of summer begin to stretch on, I can’t help but to think fondly of other abysmal days spent beneath the blistering embrace of a high hanging sun. Days when I was a younger man. A boy really, but masquerading as a man nonetheless. It was a…

A sunbeam snuck in through a timeworn crack of the bleacher roof. The heat of it against my forehead caused me to squint and shuffle back an inch or two in my seat. I had just arrived, tea in one hand and a breakfast sandwich waiting to be devoured in…

As I stood on my patio this morning, squinting and readying for the day’s ensuing heat wave, my mind tripped and stumbled down the embankment of memory. Suddenly, the steam that danced upward from my cup began to act as a portal through time. My surroundings started to fade as…

The sun fell in through a vertical part in my curtains. A warmth and light stained my skin. A few sluggish blinks as my eyes tracked illuminated particles of dust that danced aimlessly to a tune of their own, and something became unquestionably clear—another wretched day had begun. I rolled…

A mind emptied of happiness is all too often saturated by a weighted depth of sadness. As was the case for me on that winter night. I love the winter… typically. But in that moment on that night, I could’ve cared less what it was doing outside. I sat piteously…

In 37 years of life, I have come to know a few things. Some of those nuggets of intellect are factual, while others exist merely as ideals. No matter the case, as the world around me burns and I am surrounded by apocalyptic headlines that boast from newsfeeds, I am…

Like a storm in the horizon, it looms ominously. And as if to be a lone ship adrift at sea, there is nothing I can do except sail on through. Not knowing when or where the clouds will break. A voyage of unknown. The sad irony of it all is…