Poem up. Heart wrenched out.

And back again.

The Birth (Renewal)

by M. Taggart, Monthly Contributor
site: https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/

It worked. He reached in back of his kayak,
felt the cool neck of a beer, pulled it from its
cardboard six-pack holder and placed it in his lap.
He liked the way the droplets slowly slid down the
glass bottle. He opened the beer and swallowed.
The current of the Connecticut River was guiding
him directly to the island beach where he would
sit in the warm sand and read his book. The mountain
was barely in view, he could just make out the cliffs.
The summer greenery on each side of the river banks
was full and beautiful. He was the only one on the rive

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I’m currently in the middle of one of the busiest times of my life. I’m launching a new company. We recently hired seven people and the building is nearly complete.

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Matt

And There They Are by M. Taggart

Flash Fiction Published!

Thanks to Terveen, Editor of MasticadoresIndia, I’m thrilled to share my flash fiction, And There They Are.

When you have a moment, please visit the publication and read the story. Thanks everyone!

MasticadoresIndia // Editora: Terveen Gill

The black and white image of a tables inside a restaurant with a partial view of a wine glass and glass of water
Image Courtesy: M. Taggart

“Now, with that?”

“I’ll go with what my sorry wants.”

“And again with power of persuasion?”

She stroked her glass of wine. Often she felt alone.

“It’s what I see when I walk.”

“What are we going to do though? Really?”

“I’m going to pay and leave. You can stay here.”

The waiter came, heard, and walked away.

Outside the birds knew nothing about this. The
speech died and liberty was machine like.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Can it not end?”

The sun was there.

“Why should it be here?”

Her wine glass worried.

He left.

She smiled. The trees. The wind.
The waiting was over. The sun knew.
And he walked.

-M. TAGGART

Matt Taggart is a loving husband, father, and author of the award-winning short story, ‘Bodies In The Basement’. Visit to read more of his thoughts and writing.

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Poem Up! #The Confused Parallel

Written by -M. Taggart
Published- MasticadoresUSA

The Confused Parallel

He couldn’t catch his breath. His words
were spinning in his mind with such ferocity
he was unable to calm himself as he began to
shake. He was sure he could see his words
on the ceiling. He pulled his body together,
clamped his knees to his chest, and rocked
while trying to make as little noise as possible.
She was asleep next to him. Her beautiful black
hair lay along the side of her face, nestled softly
onto her pillow, splashing a blackness so peaceful,
just around her head as a halo might linger for
a moment longer when the harboring light is willing
to have it. This light was not for him. 

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Please visit the link below to read the full poem. ‘See’ you there!

Thanks everyone, and of course- Thank you, Gabriela!

Matt