Got it!
fumbled with my cell phone
knew I’d get close

it’s hard to know when to care
Sitting Next to my son
feeling him lean in


just the word

the movie was good

-M. Taggart


There’s no good time to write
it’s an everything thing

while rocking
the baby

I can remember rocking Gavin to sleep
in the middle of the day

being Judged

I was a stay at home Dad

rocking a baby

Knowing I was doing the right thing

Knowing the Judgment

Gavin would slowly fall asleep
sprawled out in his little onesie
on my lap

And I knew how lucky I was

as I wrote poems with my thumb

-M. Taggart


I like real things.
they seem to find me a lot.

Rocks are good.

People can be real bad.

Grey rocks can save lives.

Especially when we use them.

Gavin said to me earlier today,

“I Like trees. Each one is different.”

They sure the hell are buddy.

Just like our broken minds.

-M. Taggart

The other two published poems are crushingly real. This is a warm up. ‘Hidden In Childhood.’ -Published poems.

To see, To listen

My brother and I collected baseball cards.
I didn’t realize their worth, or symbolism.
I was young, maybe seven or eight.
One of my brother’s favorite cards was
a Ricky Henderson Topps Jumbo card.
We had a brother’s argument. I ripped
his Ricky Henderson card in half.
My brother is two and a half years older than I am.
He easily could have pummeled me into pieces.
But I believe he saw that I already was.
I felt anger. Anger that was driven very deeply
inside my being and it wasn’t my brother that
I was angry with. I wasn’t the baseball card.
It was something to do with my baseball glove,
and how I chewed the leather strings and about
how I felt free while playing baseball, especially
when pitching. It was about how the sunlight
couldn’t lie, but somehow adults could.
And they lied the worst.

-M. Taggart

Gabriela is an angel. Please purchase this book to see what she’s created.


Sometimes I feel empty when I finish writing.
Or, when I complete a submission for publication.
Not this time. I feel exhilarated.
I feel as though a lot needs to be said, and I’m going to say it.
When I was young, I needed light.
Now I plan to be a light for the young.

-M. Taggart