Witness

November 29, 2021 mtaggartwriter11 Comments

I love Mother Nature.

Matt

Photo taken in Southern Maine.

Reality

October 20, 2021 mtaggartwriter19 Comments

It’s hard to argue with reality. Although, then again …

Matt

The sky is alive.
(photo taken 10/19/21)

Anyone?

ImageOctober 7, 2021 mtaggartwriter6 Comments

Full of night #Pros#Poem

August 11, 2021 mtaggartwriter11 Comments

I wonder what’s under the water at night.
As if it’s somehow different than during the day.
Much like how people change after they close
the door for the last time, switching into their
different selves.

-M. Taggart

(Photo taken July 7, 2021. Maine.)

Dear God, let’s do this again.

July 12, 2021 mtaggartwriter17 Comments

Dear God,
let’s do this again.

-M. Taggart

(Photo taken in Southern Maine. 2021.)

I Don’t need this secret.

June 16, 2021 mtaggartwriter31 Comments

I was sitting at the bar. Directly to my left was a door leading to the
deck. The wind was picking up. John was rambling on with a friend.
I saw the clouds and thought of my father. I walked outside and took
this photo. I liked the wind and the darkening clouds. These clouds
were exactly overhead. I wondered if there was a piece of my father
in them. His celebration of life is this coming Saturday.
I don’t want to go. I will go. But I don’t want to. I’m struggling with
the guilt of not wanting to go. Just like I’m struggling with the guilt
of telling my father he wasn’t there for me when I needed him most.
I guess that’s how it goes. And maybe that’s why I stood outside alone.
I wanted to show someone the photo of the clouds when I walked back in.
What’s the point though. The clouds meant more to me than them.
They always will.

-M. Taggart

photo taken 6/15/21 in Maine.