Poem-

Celebrating the rise to liberty
while crushing the hushed crowd
to appease the masses to prove
to the kings and queens all is well
for the very few who have freedom
is like watching nothing from my window.
The mighty Raven gliding through the
entrance of the woods with such
fluidity carries no weight from these
screens; the hands of the bent heads
mashing teeth to gum live within these walls.
That world lives in another place where my
window cannot reach and where the Raven
will not fly.

-M. Taggart

poem

Drank too much
and didn’t sleep
two nights in a row
I’ve had raging
heartburn all day
can’t get rid of it
Spent two hours on the treadmill
only thing to keep my mind off it
Self made torture
When am I going to listen to my body
I can be a real stupid S.O.B.

-M. Taggart

Dump Run. #ShortStory

Saw the old man at the dump today.
I like that he’s old.
He asked for my Christmas tree,
for his goats.
‘Put it next to my rig,’ he said.
He owns a 90’s minivan.
I put that tree right next to his rig,
drove down and around the bend
to where two more old guys work.
One runs the shack,
the other the compressor.
‘How are you, buddy?’ Mo asked.
He’s had a stroke and
pushes his words out.
I was feeling depressed today.
I still am, but it’s snowing
and I went to the dump.

-M. Taggart

poem

I don’t assume that homeless
people are unhappy
or miserable

It’s not for me
to decide how they feel

My cousin is homeless
I believe he’s given up on
the societal push to be
”successful“

I don’t think a patch
of woods
or a brook has ever
misguided him

I miss him
I hope to talk
with him
about woods
and streams
and about his
favorite place to sleep

-M. Taggart

poem

Because that’s what life is;
reality turned over.
A partial smile
on a face you want.
A warm jacket on naked legs-
Making love in a dream,
and waking up.
The desire of a word floating
on the tip of your tongue.
The last snow flake to finally land,
and a “good morning,” spoken by a child.

-M. Taggart