Poem

It’s always nice on a dirt road.
Windows down-

As strong wind pushes leaves into song-
pebbles pop and grind.

In the middle of summer the foliage
is think and the sun finds difficulty
making it to the ground.
You drive through streaking moments
of blinding light and back into the
shadows- repeatedly, like a drumbeat.

It’s easy to be lulled into salvation if the
road it long enough and the mountain
deep enough- each bend brings
another world, each world a new beginning.

-at least a new thought, if a new world isn’t
easily accepted. But then again, that’s an
individual mindset- one meant for unending
growth, another for a self-inflicted stockade.

For me though, I crave each curve-

It’s always nice on a dirt road.

-M. Taggart

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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Hello 😊

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.

I’ve scheduled inspections with the city and we hope to open in just over a month.

My participation on here has been sporadic. That will change soon enough. I miss you all.

See you soon,

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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