Mommy Don’t Take my Smile – A Poem

Don’t take my smile-
A baby tugged on a string-
Angry parents walk heavily-

A girl kissed a boy-
Vile symbols shook-
How could you-

A toddler finds heaven-
The mother scolds-
Heaven is not a thought

A boy kissed a boy-
Whispers never speak-
But these did

A child finds a storm-
The father doesn’t see-
Severe comes the night-

A woman finds her man-
Mud and Farm and life-
He isn’t enough

A man loves his wife-
Lying beneath the ground-
If ever again I can-

Mommy – Don’t take my smile

-Copyright 2016 -M. Taggart

An Ocean View

An Ocean View

Fiction: -M. Taggart

Oh- the day was nice. Nicer than most. And we kept driving and looking at the ocean as it appeared and disappears as it does. We were driving on Route One in Rhode Island. When the ocean was in view it was hard to breathe. The sun sparkled so violently it took your attention.

Things would have been alright if the man hadn’t shouldered dad. Dad was fine until he wasn’t. And when he wasn’t, things were fine for no one.

Dad had been in line, holding Mom’s hand. I saw it all happen. The man looked at mom. The way men look at women. Dad pretended to not see. But he did. Dad was looking up and away from the man. The man set his eyes level with Mom’s and smirked, thinking something. Then he shouldered dad. Clear as day.

Dad turned nicely to mom. His eyes knew so much. Mom gave the nod.

I tried watching, but mom held my head tucked in her arms. She even took hold of my nose. I couldn’t see anything and I couldn’t breathe through my nose.

It didn’t take long. We were back in the car and the ocean was again winking at us and it seemed nothing had happened at all.

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Thank you for reading. If you’d like to read more of my writing, please consider my self published short story found via the link below.

-M. Taggart

Odd Walking Thoughts – Cons

Come boisterous men! Come shrieking vixens! Insert into the glass castle with the clearest of walls. The show awaits. Let opinions rage wildly. Of course, you are the only one. Become yourselves and let the audience bathe in your greatest volume, for the glass shimmers for a reason to shatter. 

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart

Don’t Be A Sally – Based on True Events

If you enjoy beer with your whiskey you may enjoy this story.  It’s based on true events. The hardest working men and women I know drink.  They’ll watch the foam slide down the glass and empty the contents and order another.  Some are covered in mud and dust from working in the fields and other’s pull on their suit to be sure they haven’t wrinkled.

The first chapter is tough.  Don’t Be A Sally is based on true events. Cheers.Sugar Loaf

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Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – Too?
Then there’s a pair of us?
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one’s name – livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

Emily Dickinson. Final Harvest, 85 (288)

.Emily D

Last Summer – Don’t not write what you know best.

Last summer I was asked, ‘What made you, you? How did you get this way?’

It was 2 in the morning. I hadn’t seen my childhood friend since his wedding six years ago. He hadn’t changed and the years were good to him. It was 2 am and we’d outlasted his family. His brother was getting married and they came to the coast for the bachelor celebration.

My memory works with imagery. Often I try to not remember. I’m told I have a memory that’s abnormal. I don’t think of words or places, I see. Then, I’m there. A thousand images. I wanted to answer and I did. I said, ‘I ought to write a book about it.’

 

I had been struggling with my second book. The story is complete yet the editing proved most difficult. It wasn’t clear to me until recently when Megan said, ‘You are good when you write what you know.’

My imagery flashed and I was back with my childhood friend and I saw his face as he again asked, ‘What made you, you?’

I’m on chapter 22.