Swift action
is better than
all shows
ever performed
by men with
ill intentions.
-M. Taggart
Swift action
is better than
all shows
ever performed
by men with
ill intentions.
-M. Taggart
Sometimes I can’t tell if I can see better with my eyes open or closed
-M. Taggart
Cloudy whispers sank near the window asking for more. We held our mind under steam filled moments screaming. No more doors without locks. No more drawers to be pulled. The brushes and combs were dead while everything else looked on.
-M. Taggart
Where were the great flames of humanity
when the sleeping awoke to disengage-
Watch the unseen leaping unheard
-M. Taggart
I sat down to think
But, I’m writing instead-
It’s nice to see you
-M. Taggart
Our thoughts think themselves through
even when we don’t want them to
So we stand looking at their faces
seeing beyond what we are seeing
-M. Taggart
For much of my life I’ve walked a lonely path. This one path was different. WordPress. Spillwords. Being published beyond both. Eyes on words.
I gave an interview. Something I’ll most likely not do again for a very long while.
http://spillwords.com/interview-qa-with-m-taggart/
fuck it
I breathe in a chamber of self
and spit when done
My selves cannot be me
-M. Taggart
An intrepid vision came to be
as fragments of understanding flamed into full knowing
Watch the depths of each mirror inch closer, see as we see as they see
-M. Taggart
Shaking his face at his door, the boy screamed a terrible scream deep within his heart; with a crushing idiom only memories speak with. Please, no. Footsteps. The door knob turns. It’s nighttime. He opens his window, and lashes the darkness with his legs. They’ll never know me again. I was never home. -A lightning bug flashed. I see you. I’m coming.
-M. Taggart
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