Odd Walking Thoughts

Cloudy whispers sank near the window asking for more. We held our mind under steam filled moments screaming. No more doors without locks. No more drawers to be pulled. The brushes and combs were dead while everything else looked on.


A Poem

Let’s endanger each of our thoughts-
To produce another – Which –
Might be the best of them all-

copyright 2015 -M. Taggart

I’m Coming Home – A Christmas Poem

I’m coming home-
The morning hue spewed-
We were children pulling shades-

Outside our shared bedroom door-
Breakfast was happening-
Coffee – Cocoa – Eggs and bacon with toast

First though – after the shades-
Christmas stockings were at our feet-
Having found their way to our bedroom floor-

Then when stockings were emptied-
Breakfast had-
We’d – all of us – be headed home-
Where Grandpa and Grandma were waiting-

Grandma will have decorated-
The house would adorn all colors-
Popcorn would be hung on the tree-
And presents would overflow

It wasn’t that though-
Which kept our legs restless-
It was Grandpa and Grandma
Their persons-
Their hugs-
It was Grandpa picking us up-
Nuzzling our faces with his gristle-
Then calling us Honey

We’d watch the man in the kitchen-
His large frame and forearms welcoming us-
The smell of Ham – Pork and Turkey-
His sweet drink venting through his pores-
His heavy walk which we can no longer see-

We were coming home-
Gone now though- It was the safest place to be

It’s the warmth of December-
And it’s now-
An infant watches his mother-
As she adorns the house with all colors-
And decorates the tree-

The father holds the infant near-
Watching as his son reaches for a bow-
Tears flow freely – his son is home-

The man sees his wife – Truly sees her-
He thinks of his Grandfather and Grandmother-
Missing the heavy walk and his sweet smell-
Knowing it’s more than fine now-

It is December-
It is Christmas time-
I am home.

copyright 2015 -M. Taggart. Share freely. Give credit. Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas & Winners

‘I’m Coming Home’ is a poem I wrote about Christmas. Kathy accepted the poem and has displayed it within her Christmas post on her blog. (Roughly in the middle) Kathy constantly updates her blog with active agents looking for submissions. Merry Christmas.

Writing and Illustrating

Christmas Gifts


Angela Turner – Susan Detwiler’s FINE LIFE FOR A COUNTRY MOUSE
Barbara Kupetz – Marlo Berliner’s THE GHOST CHRONICLES
Nancy Furstenger – Laurie Calkhoven’s WOMEN WHO CHANGED THE WORLD
Brooke McIntyre – Lauren Mill’s MINNA’S PATCHWORK COAT

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Kary Lee Illustrator Coordinator, SCBWI Inland Northwest www.karyleeillustration.com

Christmas Vacation
Logs in the fireplace, red candlesticks,
Piping hot cider and peppermint licks,
Sweet smell of evergreen hangs in the air,
Icicles sparkle, bright lights everywhere.
We’ll make snow angels and build a snow man.
Pull out toboggans as fast as we can.
We climb to the top of our favorite hill
Sliding all day is a wintertime thrill.

Rosi Hollinbeck

Please visit my blog at http://rosihollinbeckthewritestuff.blogspot.com 


Ellen Beier

In a cold Christmas season

Our hearts fill with joy,
And song fills the heart
Of each girl and boy.
But the greatest…

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Ernest Hemingway – A Quote

‘The best people posses a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues makes them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.’ Ernest Hemingway


Don’t let beautiful be destroyed by what was. Christmas is my least favorite holiday. Often bringing my spirits low where I then find myself headed for a silent room. Alone and not wanting company. Now though, much has changed and I look forward to Christmas. I even look forward to Christmas Eve. What makes it beautiful are the people you have directly near you. Not the presents, not the TV commercials with noise asking to purchase, purchase, purchase. Not the ornaments. Not even a decorated tree. What makes it beautiful, to me, is knowing the people with you truly care for you without pause. Without changing of mind. I’ll do my best to not let beauty be destroyed by what was. I hope you’re able to do the same.