Gavin with the jaw dropping line.

“In my last future I’m alive forever.” -Gavin Taggart. 6/21/21. Age 5.


I was sitting on the deck with Megan when Gavin landed this line on us. And who am I to tell him anything different. Gavin is five. Sometimes he says things and I look at him with curiosity and wait for more to be spoken. Maybe he’ll dive deeper into his thought process, or, he’ll switch topics and talk about a toy.

This line though….this line though…


Gavin was awarded ‘Critical Thinker Award.’ He’s in kindergarten. Gavin was awarded the same award in his pre-K class last year. Gavin was also awarded ‘Most Creative Egg Drop’ by his peers. He selected to have an egg placed in the middle of a watermelon which was dropped from the roof of his school by their Principal. Gavin was the only child to select a food item that would literally explode at impact. It certainly did explode and the kids erupted with joy. The egg didn’t break. Gavin is five and is the youngest child in his class.

During his last week of school, the weather became very hot and humid. He was sent to the principal’s office just after recess ended. From what I understand, he was rather sweaty and walked back into the classroom with the rest of the students. It was at this time when Gavin apparently announced, “This is Fing Awesome!” Yesterday, I asked Gavin why he said that. Gavin told me that it was because he was able to run so very fast in the hot weather and that the weather didn’t affect him. The joy of a child is a beautiful and remarkable thing. Even when they choose inappropriate words to express their happiness.

I think I’ll print this out for Gavin. Maybe he can read it in a few years. Or in his last future. Love you, Gavin. I’m blessed and thankful to be your father.

Cheers everyone, I hope you don’t mind me sharing a little bit of ‘life’ with you.



Into the mouth of the coffer,
the ever suctioning hole,
offering differences between
beginning and end; it was
the second look that held
the opening, and this doorway
led to the longest second-
ensuring the first wasn’t wasted.
Come in. The existence is fine.

-M. Taggart


If there are one million things we think we know,
there are one hundred million things we don’t.
And each of them, individually, know exactly what they are,
while waiting for us to unlock a few at a time.
I can only hope we unlock the ones worth knowing.
The ones which indestructibly help humanity.

-M. Taggart


Some of the things I
Need to write about
Are an unfortunate
Part of my past
I don’t want to push
That ugliness into
The world, but I know
What needs to be done
Like yesterday afternoon
When I came face-to-face
With a nasty dog
It wasn’t until I became more
Ugly than his ugly
That he tucked his tail and ran
Back home whimpering
I had enough of him
Showing me his teeth
I wish it wasn’t this way
But sometimes it is

-M. Taggart

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It’s Time Again

I welded floor pans into my 1968 Chevy Camaro
during winter in a garage with no heat
I was in college at the time
The floor pans didn’t fit
I cut all of the rust out of the original floors
and the fabricated floor pans weren’t the same shape
I gathered scrap metal and patched it together
When done, the floor resembled a maze
or Frankenstein. Take your pick.
I ground down the welds, slapped a new carpet into the
old beast and somehow it passed state inspection
In Massachusetts
A father figure had given me back yard training
I knew just enough
I remember it being cold
but not the kind of cold that bothered me
and I remember feeling like I was meant for something
I had just been released and had reinstated myself back into college
I had had a choice-
Be what the bars told everyone I was
Or be what I was meant to be
and while welding the floor pans into place
I had felt it
That was almost twenty years ago
I stuck with college, graduated, and moved forward with my life
It’s hard to believe that I’ve been a public speaker in cities all over this country
I’ve written Brand Strategies for financial institutions
I’m a partner in my company
I worked my ass off
And I feel it again
I was meant for something
I think if you’ve been handed a life of early trauma
If you’ve done things you shouldn’t have
There’s always time to change
time to heal
I stood on the very edge
I picked my side willingly and with full awareness
Now we’re about to start building our house on the side of a mountain in Maine
and out the back door are hundreds of miles of trails
and when viewing them from above
they resemble a maze
or Frankenstein, Take your pick.
It’s time again
I’m ready

-M. Taggart



His father wore holes
Though he couldn’t see them
He knew them
They bled white and black spots
He watched the spots trickle then flow
all the way to the floor where the
floor would tilt toward himself
but then he’d open his eyes and see
that the blood was red again
He thought anyway that it was red again
He thought much then
Especially about his father and
the holes
But he didn’t need to now
Now he thinks about where
he might find his first hole
and what might come out
Maybe it wouldn’t happen
Maybe he’d not bleed at all

-M. Taggart