New England Back Road – Photo

A typical New England back road after a summer shower. It’s simplistic. I like it.

If you are reading this, you are more than welcome to use this photo. I took it. Enjoy and Cheers.

Road in Maine


A Poem

We have no friends in our head-
We ought to view these words spewing from mouths
Filled with ashes

-M. Taggart
copyright 2017

Blinding Truth

With truth blinding, scolding viciously
the circle collapses
and the masses celebrate

weakness claims victory
and while the sun rises
truth fades

with shredded finger nails
we scrape the dirt viewing ourselves-
our knees bent and bleeding-
our slobbering thoughts wish to begin again

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

The boy walked into the woods. It wasn’t yet dark. He heard his mother say, “I’m disgusted by humans.” The boy walked deeper into the woods because the brook waited for him. The water was calm and caring. The boy thought of his mother, “And another window will smear. It’s what they do. Especially men. They smear everything as often as they can.” The boy walked on. The sun pushed through the canopy of trees. Finally he heard the brook. The boy took his shoes off and placed his feet into the water, feeling the bottom. It was better than knowing about the rest. Slowly though, he bent forward. His mirror. “Should I be any better?” the boy thought of his mother’s shrill voice. -M. Taggart

Come Now Sun – A Poem

it’s early morning
broken leaves are crying again
let us find them

in this violence ‘they’ play
begging crowds to act
until the sun finally does shine

hiding in the wooded darkness
pressing for the crumbling of all veins
hoping for the chaotic and exacting destruction
that’s been asked to be created under our feet

Come Now Sun
flood the broken leaves
and melt the ones
who’ve pushed them into being

-M. Taggart
copyright 2017

Thank you for reading. Cheers.