A Poem

Oh- certainly we saw you
hunched shoulders, laboring, tears streaming

We raged through the streets
demanding your sacrifice

So much so that you became lost
It’s been too long now

And somewhere
your metamorphosis of thought,
beautifully etched into the frame of a wooden windowsill
is waiting to be read

Alone
your tears stained History-
what have we done

-M. Taggart
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A Powerful Short Story

Recently we moved north. ┬áChanging states isn’t something that slows my family down, but it does interfere with being connected. Which was a nice reprieve.

While I haven’t time to write a meaningful post I do want to again provide the link to my short story. It’s raw, powerful, real and an adult read.

Below is a link to the story. Cheers.