Celebration! The Drabble

I’m thrilled! And thankful. I’ve wanted to work with The Drabble and now have.

Please, visit and like. Comment, share, or read and cheers me.

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Thank you,

Matt

Odd Walking Thoughts

Clean writing feels like sleep. Eventually a reason to wake happens and we’re still thinking of the dream which hated us, or loved and still smell on our lips; not all dreams end when we’re awake as we pull them with us without permission into the daytime life we live, and around the mouths we currently know. Maybe it’s best to find the full moon and not sleep. Maybe it’s best to stand in the cold stream skipping rocks and counting, alone, guided by nothing but ringlets which all drift away from their center. Or, maybe it’s best to wake and write the best we can without hesitation.

-M. Taggart
copyright 2018

To be happy

I can’t write with a cat in the room. I don’t know how Hemingway did. I like knowing that I don’t need to know everything. I’m not the man who implies to know something when I don’t. I’d much rather say, “I don’t know.” I don’t see the point of lying in the field of knowing. Either I know, or I don’t, the rest is a game. I don’t play those types of games. And, my son just woke up. I can hear him playing in his room. He’s talking to a stuffed animal. Writing time is up! I have a present for him downstairs and I want to watch him open it. Seeing my son and wife happy makes me happy and I know how to do that.

Cheers everyone,

Matt

I like life

I have a few things going on. We’re building a house. I have two jobs. I can’t feel my finger tips on my right hand and I met a very nice human working at a book store in North Conway, New Hampshire, who didn’t know who Hemingway, or Steinbeck was. Also, I have a beer next to me and I’ve just cheers’d it because I’ve agreed to a book signing, and more importantly I’ve finally found a publication worth submitting to, again.

-M. Taggart

Published Work-
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/my-book/

Odd Walking Thoughts-

You can’t always do what you want. But you can do now what you will. Grab the fucking book. Ignore that screaming argument pulling your metallic rage sideways and sit in your best possible spot to read words you’ve been wanting to know. Then raise your glass of I don’t give a fuck and cheers the sun going down. Because no matter what, you will either see the sun again, or it’ll never care enough to wake you up.

-M. Taggart

poem-

Yesterday evening I taped trees
The cement footings are poured and the build is very much under way
Our contractor left tape for us to use for wrapping around trees
to indicate to the excavation crew which to remove
I used the entire roll
In all 39 trees will be gone
And as soon as I have more tape
More trees will be gone
Some might become angry reading this
I’m fine with that
The entire region was once completely cleared
Every Single Tree
Now the forest is thick and clustered
It needs to be thinned
So, I’ll drag my beer along
Tape a few more treees
And continue being me-
While on the land I listened
to the birds play and the insects buzz
The wind picked up slightly
I leaned against my truck
opened a beer
and watched the clouds move

Build

Yes. This is our build.

poem

Daddy wanted beer bad
Mom parked in the wrong parking lot
On purpose
Daddy said he scrapped his balls on the guard rail
Daddy said it was worth it
And that the Fourth of July is for only
If you are alive

M. Taggart

Sent from my iPhone

The Funny Brother

Yesterday I spent the day with my two brothers and an old buddy. We pub crawled in a small Vermont town, got rained on- loved it, drank good beer and smoked cigars. I took a few photos. And soon I’ll write the best man’s speech for my youngest brother’s wedding. I’m going to put my heart into this speech and if I don’t make people reach for napkins I’ll dump an entire bucket of whisky onto my head to at least make a scene worth remembering. Ha! I wouldn’t do that to my brother. It’s their time and I’ll be sure to help make it their time. I can’t wait!

Tim B
Brattleboro, VT. I think someone should tell Tim Burton that I found his house.
Bratt VT
Brattleboro, VT
Funny Brother
Three Brothers on the right. Old buddy with the beard on the left. Our youngest, all the way on the right with the blue shirt, has always had an amazing ability to make funny faces for the camera. He delivered so well with this one that we laughed uncontrollably. I’m wearing the white and blue checkered shirt and our oldest brother is wearing the white t. We live in three different states and seldom are able to be together at the same time. Figured I’d share this with my digital family. Cheers everyone!