poem

What is unluck without luck?
And who dies sitting upright while
looking at a few geese from memory?
There was one angry goose who chased
a young boy until he fell and slid
and became covered in goose feces.
He was a small child-
They changed him
into a pair of girl jeans
for the rest of the night.
And it wasn’t a nice night,
but that’s how sadness works
and life remains.

-M. Taggart

poem

Try to think why you know it,
why you feel it,
why you remember.
A piece of paper has
something about none of this
and a little of you finds more of
nothing than a paper.

-M. Taggart

(Love you Gavin. You were in my office asking me to not break your new snake while I wrote this.) 1/16/20

“Pain & Renewal” #1 Bestseller

“Pain & Renewal” #1.

Even the book itself is gorgeous.

 

Two days ago, Brian, the editor and founder of Vita Brevis Press, was kind enough to lend me a direct quote, “Vita Brevis’ first anthology held the #1 spot for bestselling new poetry anthologies for 5 days! It’s been a great launch, and it looks like we’ll rank in the top five for the remainder of the week.” -Brian Geiger

There’s a reason book sales did so well. Sharing with the wold personal pain and how to heal from the scars isn’t something that is easy to do. To open a wound once again, express to the world, and walk with head down..for a bit longer, is a challenge. I’m honored to have two poems published in this anthology and I’m thankful to participate.

Cheers, everyone, the purchase is worth it. The read is great.

Matt

 

 

poem

Because that’s what life is;
reality turned over.
A partial smile
on a face you want.
A warm jacket on naked legs-
Making love in a dream,
and waking up.
The desire of a word floating
on the tip of your tongue.
The last snow flake to finally land,
and a “good morning,” spoken by a child.

-M. Taggart

poem

Ascend to a ceaseless shrill-
the pounding of the masses.
Be one, Be all, be nothing.
Perched, and observing,
find the prod, the lance-
The beast, like the succubus,
will continuously hunt-
until the very moment
the ever moving shrill
comes full circle.

-M. Taggart