A crow can ponder, they say, in their minds. So what’s that tell me about a butterfly. As ash floats from my mouth. A premonition walks alone until found.
-M. Taggart
Month: September 2020
Basilica
It’s a timing thing. We’re here until we’re not. -M. Taggart
Lewiston, Maine. Taken by -M. Taggart.
Poem
I’m sitting here playing chess
and reading the ending of
‘Brave New World’
with a purring kitten named Buk
on my lap
My beer is empty
I don’t want to get up
-M Taggart
Tilted New England
“To do a dull thing with style-now that’s what I call art.” -Charles Bukowski.
Photo taken by -M. Taggart in Southern Maine.
Poem- Healthy Transitions.
When empathy and instincts
are factored into the benchmarking
of true intelligence we may finally
begin to understand how to cultivate
a healthy society.
-M. Taggart
Poem
The creation of unity
lives not with idle minds
but with the empaths
crossing oceans-
And while laws govern
lines and lines and lines
thoughts circle the world
without attachment
carrying the keys to peace
-M. Taggart
The Gate
“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” -Albert Einstein
(I took the photo in Southern Maine.)
Mono-
I want to play inside my brains.
Gavin Taggart. 5 years old. 9/15/20
me = one proud Dad
Poem
I guess I’m lucky like that.
I can find happiness in the
dropping of a pine cone.
In the city. In the woods.
From the edge of my office chair.
In a crowded pub with a corner window.
A book in hand, and there I am,
lucky enough to raise my eyes.
-M. Taggart
Soul Searching
There’s no wall
that can stop a prayer.
-M. Taggart
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