I watch them more closely
than they do me.
They pick people apart with smiles.
Telling stories, twisted slightly,
always winning. Shake their hand once,
you’re not a friend. They’ve allowed
your presence. Watching their world.
They’ll demand it. Sit down. And be.
-Because these men
hide behind their shame.
I see them clearly, and listen when-
Sitting on their deck, drinking whiskey,
they obliged, of course, wishing you to think
of their wisdom, with their fake caring,
rocking and rocking while their daughters
fail at happiness and their wives are afraid
to tip the scale; heaven knows what happened,
and heaven is waiting. Because I know men
are men. I shave my beard in the morning,
How I like. I look at these men with empty grace.
They will not know me.
-M. Taggart
Powerful
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Cheers
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How long have you been writing?
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I started to dable in 2013 when I wrote a very raw short story. The topic was important to me. At the end of 2015 I decided to take writing more seriously. Why do you ask? And thank you for asking.
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Deep thoughts about men and why they do the things they do
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And don’t they do, so very many things. Thankfully, great things too.
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Yes I agree with you
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Beautiful writing!
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Thank you
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Wow. This is so raw and powerful. I totally felt it. Good ole boys being good ole boys with dark shadows crouching in their closets and drops of blood hiding in their whiskey.
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Sums it up!
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Excellent
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