poem

celebrate yourself
find what’s great in the wind
and smile in the mirror

-M. Taggart

Hello World!

I feel free and good today. I hope all of you feel as good as possible.

Yesterday a fellow blogger, https://coloradopoet.com/ wrote a comment that I found to be very powerful. For me personally. But also, the comment taught and humbled me. For my peer to take the time to sincerely express her support was absolutely amazing. I am thankful.

Writing is a funny thing. In my opinion many of us don’t choose to write. Writing selects us. One way, or another, it’s going to come out.

Here is the wonderful comment:

“You got this Matt. You are an amazing writer. Personally, I feel like the world will be damn lucky to read your very original and authentic writing. It always amazes me to read your stuff as I often feel it’s like thoughts many of us have, or I have anyway, that I could never elucidate. Relax, push forward, the writing is for you anyway… it’s just a gift we get to read it.”  – https://coloradopoet.com/

I invite you to please visit https://coloradopoet.com/  and flood the blog with good stuff!

Cheers everyone! We drive from Maine to Massachusetts this morning to arrive just on time for my brother’s baby shower. Another to add to the family 🙂

Matt

ps,  (the comment was in reference to my post about submitting writing to a publication https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/2019/06/28/submission-roller-coaster-ride/comment-page-1/#comment-8909)

 

Submission Roller Coaster Ride

I’m gearing up to submit to a large publication.
It’s nerve racking.

I’m guessing
anyone who has done this,
has experienced some range of emotions.

Is the content correct for the publication?
Is my work good enough?

Am I?

Shit. They want a cover letter.
not just a simple bio
they even want a list of
where I’ve been published

Make more coffee.
Sit, relax, drink too much coffee.

Time drips on
and somehow a few days too

And I keep picking more important
items to complete

I hate when I lie to myself

-M. Taggart

 

ps, Wish me luck.

On Reading in Public

I like to read in public. I find it relaxing. I enjoy the background noise. It seems to somehow mold itself into the happening within the book. As though the chatter from the pub’s patrons are the very chatter I’m reading about. It doesn’t interfere with my concentration. It never has. I don’t just read books in pubs. I read while sitting in the back of my truck in random parking lots, on the beach, around a campfire, etc. And, I use to read while walking from class to class on the UMASS, Amherst campus. One time, while walking with a book in my face, a young lady pulled the book down and kissed me. I don’t know why I didn’t ask her name. Instead I continued on, walking and reading, but now with a large smile on my face.

While in public people often ask what I’m reading. This has lead to many great conversations, as well as, new friends. Generally the question I ask is them is, “What author do you like best?” It seems when one book-head sees another it’s hard not to connect. All I know is that I love to read.

Do any of you read in public? If so, do you have a favorite location?

Matt

Odd Walking Thoughts

Saw a cat once. It was black. Crossed into a cornfield. While we walked the cat came back. It wasn’t about the cat. Never was. Large tree had a branch torn off by a storm. I saw that storm. Ran from it. -A leaf rushes by, how often does one thought finally stop you and you wonder about its truth. About the cat.

-M. Taggart

poem- about a morning

There’s a thing about a morning
The way it settles in
How the mist moves slowly
How we feel
I wonder if anyone else watches
like me
about how the leaves look
That’s the thing about a morning
Each one is slightly different

-M. Taggart

I hope your day treats you well.