They created beauty and that’s where they lived. In the humility of uttering one word without accuracy. The one with the other.
-M. Taggart
Month: January 2022
Poem
If you wore a face
I hope it was your own
-M. Taggart
poem
Society doesn’t get to decide
how I feel.
-M. Taggart
And There They Are by M. Taggart
Flash Fiction Published!
Thanks to Terveen, Editor of MasticadoresIndia, I’m thrilled to share my flash fiction, And There They Are.
When you have a moment, please visit the publication and read the story. Thanks everyone!
“Now, with that?”
“I’ll go with what my sorry wants.”
“And again with power of persuasion?”
She stroked her glass of wine. Often she felt alone.
“It’s what I see when I walk.”
“What are we going to do though? Really?”
“I’m going to pay and leave. You can stay here.”
The waiter came, heard, and walked away.
Outside the birds knew nothing about this. The
speech died and liberty was machine like.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“I know. Thank you.”
“Can it not end?”
The sun was there.
“Why should it be here?”
Her wine glass worried.
He left.
She smiled. The trees. The wind.
The waiting was over. The sun knew.
And he walked.
-M. TAGGART
Matt Taggart is a loving husband, father, and author of the award-winning short story, ‘Bodies In The Basement’. Visit to read more of his thoughts and writing.
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Poem
The hats are placed from one scalp to another
with the one monologue for them all.
Watch as they lean forward,
language of the body leading the way.
-M .Taggart
A little treadmill with my Covid #NoFear
I took a Covid test this morning.
Positive.
So, I got on the treadmill.
This should be interesting.
-M. Taggart
I hope everyone is as well as possible.
Poem
Matt
you say things
we’re thinking
but when you say them
it becomes real
and we always knew
but we didn’t say it
My best friend told me this
We were young
Abe
He helped shape me
-M. Taggart
Poem
Sometimes
one tree
is more than enough
-M. Taggart
This is Him
“I’m one of the fastest moving persons ever.”
-Gavin Taggart
Poem Up! #The Confused Parallel
Written by -M. Taggart
Published- MasticadoresUSA
The Confused Parallel
He couldn’t catch his breath. His words
were spinning in his mind with such ferocity
he was unable to calm himself as he began to
shake. He was sure he could see his words
on the ceiling. He pulled his body together,
clamped his knees to his chest, and rocked
while trying to make as little noise as possible.
She was asleep next to him. Her beautiful black
hair lay along the side of her face, nestled softly
onto her pillow, splashing a blackness so peaceful,
just around her head as a halo might linger for
a moment longer when the harboring light is willing
to have it. This light was not for him.
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Thanks everyone, and of course- Thank you, Gabriela!
Matt
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