I can touch my head again.
It’s nice being able to reach.
Charlie, our nine-month-old
12 pound Maine coon cat,
follows me around.
I can bend down and
pick him up again.
I place Charlie on my shoulder
and walk him to the window.
Surgeon said I’m healing so well
that I don’t need physical therapy.
Soon I’ll have full range of motion.
Maybe Charlie can help.
-M. Taggart
It was a stone
like any other stone
except it had a mouth
and spoke
of pine needles
and quantum therapy
and about how a few
fingers could cross the world
if only for eyes
to see
and a heart
to feel
It told about how the heavens
rained down so hard that the
stone’s eyes were worn away
and while it admitted it never
had fingers, it felt it nearly
could have while sadly
its soul drifted away, quickly even,
then slowly as the rain lessened
Eventually the stone lay still
with a bit of sun and less self
and more thoughts with less sight
until it was found by a frog
hopping around laughter
lit by courage
and carried by a young girl
wearing a yellow hat
She dabbed the stone with
a dry towel and said
-M. Taggart
I like to look at the sky without a voice in my ear. A simple thing, fingers on wood, a thing in a word, while an eye watches a few others. It’s nothing that needs to be remembered, other than the memory itself, and the one who took hold of creation. Isn’t it nice when you sit on a step, alone, at night, and see whatever is given without judgement.
-M. Taggart
I originally wrote this on 2/27/20 and find it rather fitting to post it again. Somehow the words are more true, for me, than one year ago. I published this just before my book signing last year, which was an incredibly fun time. And then, our country was shut down. It’s time for another book signing.
Have fun today,
Matt
I remember the shower had mushrooms
growing on the wall
Much of the ceramic was busted
The water fed them
I was young
Sometimes
I ran across the street
and hid in the ravine
it was better than
being at the house
Mushrooms grow
things grow
-M. Taggart
Good morning! I’ve been nominated for ‘Author of The Month’ of January & February on SpillWords. This comes as a welcome surprise! If you’d like to vote for me please visit the link below.
Thank you and have fun today,
Matt
General Voting will be officially held from 2/24-2/27
To become accommodating
can mean to lose yourself.
Be guarded with your compass
when the carrot has been lowered.
-M. Taggart
It’s 5:37 PM. I wanted to share the front yard.
love this view.
Matt
What an itch I have within the chamber of my mind.
-M. Taggart
Because we’re not perfect and we should see what that looks like in written form-
We all have the same words at our disposal and it’s intriguing to see how we use them so differently-
You may find hidden attributes within your personality-
Creation of words written into phrases or stories may put into motion action for yourself and possibly others-
It’s good for the heart, mind and soul-
If you don’t, these words will chase you-
As Emily Dickinson once wrote, ‘Your thoughts don’t have words every day’ and when they do, I think we ought to write them down-
-M. Taggart
(OWO 3/10/15)
Arm is healing good. Taking a shower is a bit funny. Megan tapes a trash bag around my arm at the top of my shoulder. I do my best to stay in the same clothes for two days. Not ideal, but it is what it is. My follow up appointment is next week. I hope to see how long my new surgery scar is. I like scars. When my tendon ripped completely from the bone, it felt like a small Charley horse. I realized nearly immediately that I had just torn my bicep and that the tendon was tangling around somewhere. I felt very little pain. Although, I knew that I’d need surgery when I felt my left bicep, and it was up toward my shoulder leaving a gap where it normally was. The next day was Super Bowl Sunday. I shoveled the end of the driveway, drank beer and watched the game. Megan wasn’t impressed. The following morning I went to the doctors hung over, but happy.
Anyway, I still feel very little pain. Even after the nerve block wore off. And to Hell with the oxycodone they prescribed me. Don’t want it. Don’t need it. It was like this for me after my motorcycle accident. Had surgery for that one too. Fun times. Learned a lot. Wouldn’t change at thing.
Here’s to healing. Can’t wait to hit the weights!
Matt
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