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

Poem Up #A Trick on Life

Now this one I’m proud of!

As many of you know, I love our son completely. Having the
ability to ‘will things’ into place, or happenings into reality, exists.

It’s real. Faith, is real.

Thank you, Terveen Gill (Editor of Masticadores India and wonderfully talented author). I consider you a friend. I’m thankful to have you in my life.

A Trick on Life

I played a trick on life
and trusted it.
Along with what my mind delivered;
the opening of a door, the murmur
of a child, the running feet from
a few rooms away until finally
they were no longer away, but here.
As if when having thought about life
with him, long before conception,

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Please visit the publication to read the entire poem:

Poem Up! #Global Desire

The wonderful Gabriela Marie Milton has selected a very precise time to publish my poem
“Global Desires” on MasticadoresUSA.

https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/09/29/global-desire-by-m-taggart/

Global Desire

It’s dark, with little wind, and we are alone watching
only the flames and listening to the crackling, and
smelling the aroma of the burning pine and oak.
Each flame is unique with movements and degrees
of color created by the moment of energy released.
Each differing angle, while flickering clues, is

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You can read the full poem here:
https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/09/29/global-desire-by-m-taggart/

Thanks everyone, and cheers!

Matt

Poem up: MasticadoresUSA. ‘Truth to Self’

Truth to Self
by -M. Taggart

Get a job, you bum!
Daddy, why did you say that to that man?
He’s a bum. There’s a help wanted sign right over there.
But why did you say that to that man?
Because he’s a bum and needs a job.
Why though?
Because he needs a job.
Why? What if he’s sick?
I don’t care! I work when I’m sick and you’ll work when you’re sick!

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Read the entire poem here: ( I invite you to visit and comment )
https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/06/23/truth-to-self-by-m-taggart/

Thank you to the wonderful author and editor Gabriela Marie Milton for selecting this piece.

ps, the little man in the photo is my son, Gavin 🙂 The conversation in the poem is fictional. Well, sort of, but that’s another story 😉 and had nothing to do with Gavin and I.

Cheers everyone and please be kind. Only cowards kick people when they’re down.

Matt

An Old Beginning- Poem up on MasticadoresUSA

An Old Beginning

Talk beautiful and watch the world collapse-
Humanity disbelieves its current balance
and once again painted prints are unable
to cover anything in entirety, so it spreads,
unending, as though it has finally found
communion in the space inside our heads,

Please read the entire poem here:
https://masticadoresusa.wordpress.com/2021/05/16/an-old-beginning-by-m-taggart/comment-page-1/#comment-411

Thank you, Gabriela, for accepting and publishing my poem on MasticadoresUSA. You are an incredible talent in our literary world.

Gabriela Marie Milton is an award winning author and editor. Many of you already know Gabriela, however, if you aren’t aware of Gabriela, please visit her site here: https://shortprose.blog/about/

Positive Update!

I’ll be sharing a published poem tomorrow!

Please keep an eye out! The Poem, An Old Beginning, was one of three
which I had previously submitted to a poetry contest.

The batch received a semi finalist mention, but they were unpublished.

I’ll be sharing the published poem as soon as I can.

Have fun today!

Matt

*A special thanks to a very talented author/editor who made this happen. I’ll be sure to
include their details as well.

Life Well Seen. Published.

Please visit https://spillwords.com/life-well-seen/
and drop a comment or click the heart!

Life Well Seen – A Poem

You ever walk up a flight of concrete stairs
and wonder who poured the cement?
How long until it starts to crack?
And how many winters it can survive
until the cement needs to be ripped out
and new steps need to be created?

Read the entire Poem Here:
https://spillwords.com/life-well-seen/

I decided to submit poetry again and I turned toward Spillwords Press, NYC, whom have treated me excellently for a number of years. Cheers everyone!

Matt

Poem up on Ephemeral Elegies

Yes! I’m thrilled to share that my poem, Rain, has found a home with Ephemeral Elegies.

Rain by M. Taggart

Here’s a snippet, but please take a moment to read the full poem via the link below:

I don’t write about flowers
or love, or the embrace of a lover
because so many
do this so wonderfully
that I would rather read
their version of beauty
than replay mine.

Rain by M. Taggart

I especially enjoy Ephemeral Elegies niche found on the about page,

“Welcome to Ephemeral Elegies – the home for poems about emotional experiences. Inspired by confessional poets such as Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath, we invite submissions about personal experiences and reflections. Confessional poetry can be a great catharsis for a poet, and we want to support you on your journey of self-discovery, growth, and healing..”

I felt at home when reading this and didn’t hesitate to submit.

Enjoy, and have a great day.

Matt

 

The Drabble

One of the best I’ve ever written.

A girl. A thought. Yellow.

‘People think I’m crazy. I think a lot. I think when I think. If my eyes seem volatile, they may be, or I’m lost in a non-linear perpetual sliding thought and when I break my mind I come out of it.’

Read it here, on The Drabble.

https://thedrabble.wordpress.com/2018/12/27/odd-walking-thoughts-a-bright-girl/comment-page-1/?fbclid=IwAR29w4PZJ6AWFENso_wh1YUjbj5dfq3h5o1Wm0loZ1f1dqfzW8X78dXAl1Y#comment-12516