Poem

Matt

you say things
we’re thinking
but when you say them
it becomes real
and we always knew
but we didn’t say it

My best friend told me this
We were young

Abe

He helped shape me

-M. Taggart

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

MasticadoresUsa Introduces Its Monthly Contributors

Yes! I’m among the monthly contributors on MasticadoresUSA!

“My Dear Readers,

It is a pleasure to introduce you to our MasticadoresUsa monthly contributors. They are wonderful and accomplished writers whose work will be featured every month. That said, please continue to submit to MasticadoresUsa. I am thrilled to publish your wonderful poetry and short stories too.” -Gabriela Marie Milton.

Without further ado our monthly contributors in no particular order:
Please click the below link to read the full announcement 🙂

Congrats to my colleagues!

And thank you, Gabriela.

Matt

-M. Taggart’s Odd Walking Thoughts #GoodLuck

We had a hard time today with the trigger and the mongering
looking like a door in the way of nothing yet sitting not still
in our minds while we drove: snow looks different when you
kill it- nothing looks so very much like exactly how they are-
do we think It did that on purpose? It’s most likely It was
all about not we, and how It puts It’s shoes on while forgetting.

-M. Taggart