By Matthew Dischner


I feel it at the back of my brain,
an itch I cannot scratch,
a small splinter palpable only
when one thought rubs another,
brushing the sliver against grey matter.
A spike of intensity –
sharp, swift, gone.


A disciple of the experimental humanities, Matthew Dischner’s writings mix his passion for poetry and obsession with the natural world. A graduate of NYU’s recently transformed Draper Program, Matthew currently works for the Smithsonian’s Freer/Sackler Galleries. He can often be found obsessing over Central Asian archaeology or pontificating on the Virginia wine industry. You can read his other works at and