A dirt road, A pub, and Family

I splashed water from the bathroom sink onto my face and looked at my dripping curiosity. This is my third year as a father. Downstairs our son, Gavin, is running the pitter-patter pattern while yelling, ‘Oh No! The Dino’s a comin!’

Today we’ll drive to the White Mountains. We like old dirt roads that wind through the country side and give glimpses of lakes and mountain tops. We like to drive slowly, open the windows, and look for dinosaurs. These old roads are seldom traveled and when you’re on them they feel like they’re yours. Trees tower on both sides and the forest is so deep that it seems like there couldn’t possibly be an end to them; with that feeling comes thoughts that anything is possible, even finding a dinosaur.

We’ll most likely take my truck, where Gavin rides in the middle of the back seat. He sits up high because of his car seat and looks like a child-king. I’m fine with that. He’s the one child we have and we waited a long while to be gifted his presence. I laugh at people who try and determine our parenting style. All they need to do is ask. I’ll tell them, ‘Fucking awesome and nearly perfect.’ With a straight face. Hoping they piss me off.

After driving through the mountains we’ll eventually make our way into a small town and stop at a pub. I’ll order some kind of dark foaming beer, hopefully the foam will spill over the top of the glass and spill down the sides. We’ll order Gavin french fries with vinegar (he loves that stuff) and chicken nuggets and Megan will order anything her heart desires for the rest of her life.

I’ll scan the pub for people of passion. Let there be a few. Silent is the day when eyes cast shadows, drooping and lowering into their drink without thought. That is not the society to be. Have your pints, raise your whiskey, cheers the one next to you and talk about what moves you. Talk about why your day fetched its morning to deliver your afternoon. Hell, talk politics! Do it! Oh, I have…and will continue to. I find airing out differences over a pint of beer at a pub to be aggressively healthy; because how the hell do you find health with laziness? I think we’ve been lied to. Over and over. I see the lies floating out of mouths, especially the talking heads on TV, somehow those same lies find new housing and eventually find their way to me in person, and I put them where they belong, under my boot.

But don’t mind me. I was born with a bit too much energy. A bit too much passion. We’ll see what today brings. If it isn’t much, I’ll make it into something much more.

Matt

Cheers and Happy Father’s day to you all. Even the Mammas because, well without you…

 

white mountains
My cell does OK. White Mountains. 

poem – to hell with rules

when no one’s there to pour a sonnet down your throat
easing your expressions of pain as your scorching metallic rage
sets itself against its blade-
wait
shiver first with an angle and propel thy teeth against a hue from the heavens
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-M. Taggart
copyright 2017

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enjoy.

A Poem

Oh- certainly we saw you
hunched shoulders, laboring, tears streaming

We raged through the streets
demanding your sacrifice

So much so that you became lost
It’s been too long now

And somewhere
your metamorphosis of thought,
beautifully etched into the frame of a wooden windowsill
is waiting to be read

Alone
your tears stained History-
what have we done

-M. Taggart
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Odd Walking Thoughts – Stone Bridge

The stone bridge calmed our heart. The summer sky was large and the sun was shifting below the horizon. There was still plenty of light to see. Trout were lazily laying on the bottom of the stream. We could see them. A moth landed on the water. A fat trout ate the moth. We laughed and wanted to know why the fat trout ate the moth and not one of the smaller ones.

copyright 2016 -M. Taggart

A Wonderful Life

I enjoy hard working people. Dust on boots. Mud and grime stuck in finger nails. Blue jeans covered in filth. Gender means nothing. I enjoy a person who wakes up early to grind their teeth in figuring how to best make the day productive. Then, they make it happen. I don’t care if you are in fields wishing for rain as the sun rises, or tightening your tie preparing for the speech you’re going to give at a conference. The suit most likely stayed up until three am making sure everything was ready. I’ve been there. Done both versions. What I don’t enjoy are the people who strive to do the least and benefit from the ones who do the most.

-M. Taggart

East of Eden – Steinbeck

And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I mist fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for that is one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost. – John Steinbeck. East of Eden.

I found this to be the most powerful paragraph in the book. Much later in the book he followed this thought up with-

Can you think that whatever made us –would stop trying?

Some writers write to re-read their own words. ¬†Others write humbly then hope and pray another will find them useful. I find Steinbeck’s words most useful and I wish I could shake his hand.