Odd Walking Thoughts

when a child doesn’t move and it isn’t their choice. they remove hurt with a pillow missing. cross their heart with thought. don’t tell that child what is. scraping winds picking up their tears. we’ll live again. sink now. the missing pillow gave way. it was never their fault.

-M. Taggart

poem – why, are you.

Bukowski just called, told me he didn’t
want to talk and hung up.
Hemingway is in the barroom drinking
whiskey from a half gone bottle, cleaning
a rifle. Not caring who just called.
Vonnegut is on the porch smoking
cigarettes while looking at a dead
raccoon in the road and repeating, “so it goes.”
Steinbeck is petting Charlie in the living
room. Calm. Collected. Ready to go.
Emily is standing silently at the top of the stairs.
Frost is outside beckoning for everyone
to join him. It’s beginning to snow.
I’m sitting alone with my family wondering
who these people think they are.

-M. Taggart
copyright 2018
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Odd Walking Thoughts – The Return of the Frog

“Content isn’t a thing it’s a place. We try and build this life to disallow the cracking of the not doing what we know we want to do and what would be best to have done. We look back and scratch our memories to clarify where we lost our contentedness and allow our minds to flex into the finding of that place. And the building begins again.” The frog hopped so nicely forward, “Do you understand?” the frog asked. The child ran her fingers along the long grass growing beautifully in the field; watching the sunlight flicker from the tops of each blade, not trading tomorrow for the sunlight of today. “I think I know the place.” She smiled and thanked the frog without thanking the frog at all.

-M. Taggart
copyright 2018

Odd Walking Thoughts

‘A controlling personality is never satisfied. They will manipulate your time, your content mindset, your ability to laugh and be happy when there is nothing to be happy about for the pure jealousy of it. They will imprison you with irrational outbursts while pulling at your sanity; after all, you are the crazy one. They will take your very freedom to think. They will ¬†push onward with the power of their stupidity until they have left you ruined and wondering how you became yourself.’ ¬†– the young child put their mother’s diary back into the night stand.

-M. Taggart

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