I’ve never heard my father speak. When I dream of his voice, it sounds like the work he does. Out comes hammering or sawing or digging. In my dreams, I understand what those sounds mean.
Matt Barrett teaches creative writing at Gettysburg College and hold an MFA in Fiction from UNC-Greensboro. His stories and poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Sun, Best Microfiction 2022, SmokeLong Quarterly, River Teeth, The Minnesota Review, Pithead Chapel, The Forge, Contrary, Hobart, and Wigleaf, among others. He tweets @MBarrettWriter.