Poem-

Always remember yourself
Never forget your writing
And when all else fails
Fuck Everyone
They never understood anyway

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

I believe a man is his best when he has full leverage over another and is the most humble, caring, and sincere that he’s ever been; happily and comfortably becoming the servant. And I believe a man is at his worst when he has full leverage and uses this unfortunate power to manipulate, control, and deface. That’s the true test of character. At the end of the day we all own our choices. The sun will go down, the sky will drip again, and we all have our very own mirror waiting for us.

-M. Taggart

Published Work:
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/my-book/

 

Odd Walking Thoughts

When you have a mind that makes you different it feels un-different. Until faces talk at you and you bend to pick up their fluttering spectrum of voices while matching them to truth. At that point you realize you have a mind that is different again.

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

My thoughts are tied into a bundle of hands holding cries that never mattered because I don’t know them. She stepped into a puddle. The water was mixed with fine particles of dust; the leaves fell so nicely from the sky she wanted everything about them, while the sun kept repeating that the puddle was there.

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

The boy sat on the banking looking for trout in the brook. The earth, mixed with growing ferns, smelled of something he didn’t know. He wanted the trout to come from the shaded area so he could watch them. “It’s not possible to live in another mind.” The boy said out loud, not knowing what his father had meant. The boy promised himself to never slam the door and leave. His mother replied to no one, “It’s when you care for someone more than yourself.”

-M. Taggart

Poem.

I write things.
They like to be said.
So they are.

-M. Taggart

Memories

It’s hard keeping memories. They don’t always like us and sometimes
they are alive and know they are and when we don’t let them be they
then decide they’ll not let us be, so we twist and turn them around trying
to make them be what we needed them to be from the very beginning.

 

-M. Taggart

three lines

That’s an odd happening
Listening to difficulty
when there wasn’t any

-M. Taggart

I like life

I have a few things going on. We’re building a house. I have two jobs. I can’t feel my finger tips on my right hand and I met a very nice human working at a book store in North Conway, New Hampshire, who didn’t know who Hemingway, or Steinbeck was. Also, I have a beer next to me and I’ve just cheers’d it because I’ve agreed to a book signing, and more importantly I’ve finally found a publication worth submitting to, again.

-M. Taggart

Published Work-
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/my-book/

poem-

I love the simplicity of a truthful thought. They lead me better than the others.
Such as the fact that it is raining outside and the clouds are above the rain;
I’m lucky enough to see and hear both the darkness of the clouds and the
landing of the rain. I’d like to think they know me, but it’s possible they do not.

-M. Taggart