Cheers,

Two days from now will mark the first anniversary of my father’s death.

He battled cancer. We were told it was treatable. We were told he would live a long life.

It was too late when they discovered that he had a very rare version of this very treatable cancer.

It’s possible I may write and publish a few blog posts, over the next few days, that may be difficult to read for some.

I hope you understand.

Matt

My father lost custody and the right to see my brother and I when we were young. Later in life
my father and I became very close.

Poem Up! #Global Desire

The wonderful Gabriela Marie Milton has selected a very precise time to publish my poem
“Global Desires” on MasticadoresUSA.

https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/09/29/global-desire-by-m-taggart/

Global Desire

It’s dark, with little wind, and we are alone watching
only the flames and listening to the crackling, and
smelling the aroma of the burning pine and oak.
Each flame is unique with movements and degrees
of color created by the moment of energy released.
Each differing angle, while flickering clues, is

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You can read the full poem here:
https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/09/29/global-desire-by-m-taggart/

Thanks everyone, and cheers!

Matt

Poem- To be seen

I’m looking at a picture of us
I didn’t like it at the time
There was something too real-
I felt ugly about it
But now I love it
You were trying to tell me something
And now that you don’t want to be seen
I’ve figured it out in the photo
While I was off mentally having fun
You were telling me you loved me
and that you were sick
They say a picture says a thousand words
What about emotions

-M. Taggart

poem

We aren’t all equal,
says men
women too

You’re nothing but a fucking drunk
As she cheats

Eat your vegetables
or no inheritance for you
Says both
to the children
of nine
seven
and
none

Rolling around the dishes
the old man splits his finger,
thinks of telling her,
It wouldn’t matter,
hasn’t for a long time

Kid picks up a rock
and tosses it through the window
of his father’s car

Doesn’t much matter
hasn’t for along time

time
was nothing
but a dribble

then,
dribble
found
a few things

-M. Taggart