Poem

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

Dad

just the word

the movie was good

-M. Taggart

Poem

It takes one glance
It’s up to you to trust it

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Poem

It’s never all been done-
Before, the turn of a thought
starts, and never ends.

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Poem

I smoked a cigar today
The sun split me in two

Dark. Not dark.

When I was young I fished brook trout

I wasn’t very good

Mostly Chris caught them
and our mother would sometimes prepare them to eat

I remember one time
She took the tinfoil from the freezer
and put the frozen trout on the skillet

I didn’t want to eat it

Which way I lean my head
is where I’m split

It’s funny how this all happens

-M. Taggart

Poem

I once had my mind
in my mouth

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Poem

I had to open a beer
and drink most of it
to let my fingers
think of all of this nicely

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Poem

The accusation of life, is a memory.

We’ll see you again.

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Poem

We’re all tethered by a fucking cord
Cell charger doesn’t reach
Words aren’t far off

-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.

“Hidden In Childhood” Has Launched! A Poetry Anthology- And the waves have begun: #1 New Release!

Hidden in Childhood has already reached the #1 New release benchmark!

“From authors featured on NPR, BBC, and the New York Times, and from emerging poets, comes a monumental anthology in which every poem sends shivers down your spine. Childhood’s joy and trauma expressed – with stunning talent and sincerity – by over 150 poets in more than 280 poems. Childhood spaces magnified by the human memory, populated by good and bad, by trips to hell and heaven, in an almost Hieronymus Bosch type of atmosphere. Over 150 voices call you to read this book. Read it. You will learn that childhood never goes away. You will be reminded of the beauty of the seraphim and the need to protect children from any form of abuse. 150 voices knock on your door. Open the door. A chorus of childhoods will tell you that our children need love.

Literary Revelations is proud to bring you this anthology and deeply grateful to all contributors for pouring out their hearts into the pages of this book.”

-Gabriela Milton

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My copies are arriving on February, 2nd! I’m massively thankful to have poems within these pages among all of these authors.

Here is the Amazon link to purchase the book: Please consider leaving a review. Thank you everyone!

-M. Taggart