Poem

Mind, Body,
and Soul,
isn’t found in
Ego’s mirror.

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts

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

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