There’s no good time to write
it’s an everything thing

while rocking
the baby

I can remember rocking Gavin to sleep
in the middle of the day

being Judged

I was a stay at home Dad

rocking a baby

Knowing I was doing the right thing

Knowing the Judgment

Gavin would slowly fall asleep
sprawled out in his little onesie
on my lap

And I knew how lucky I was

as I wrote poems with my thumb

-M. Taggart


I like real things.
they seem to find me a lot.

Rocks are good.

People can be real bad.

Grey rocks can save lives.

Especially when we use them.

Gavin said to me earlier today,

“I Like trees. Each one is different.”

They sure the hell are buddy.

Just like our broken minds.

-M. Taggart