I had to open a beer
and drink most of it
to let my fingers
think of all of this nicely
-M. Taggart
Month: March 2023
Poem
The accusation of life, is a memory.
We’ll see you again.
-M. Taggart
Poem
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
Poem
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
Winter in Maine
My Shadow said hello
My face said more
-M. Taggart
I took this photo this morning while driving to work.
With a 209 year old song, Chris split the universe.
It’s not what he said. It’s how he said it.
In Fifth grade I raised my hand to my favorite teacher.
“Out in the Hall, now!”
I looked down at my desk.
I didn’t raise my hand to hit. I had a question.
I didn’t ask the question well enough.
I hope this makes sense.
The NFL has blocked this direct link out of greed. I urge you to find a way to listen.
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