poem

I like about how our cat sits
with his tail wrapped around
his furry paws while he
watches my dart fall onto
the floor and then attacks
with such alert reflexes
that I’m struck with realizations
that we know so damn little
while talking as though we
know more than a cat

-M. Taggart

Be as well as you can

If you can smile at the smallest of things, you’re onto it. We have a hurricane, now turned tropical storm, headed toward us. Currently the tropical storm is traveling at 28 MPH and is foretasted to impact us later tonight, at around 10 PM.

It’s possible the storm will produce a few tornadoes in our region. That has my interest. I enjoy observing severe weather. I don’t want the storm to damage homes, or injure anyone, however Mother Nature will do what she does. We’re prepared and power may be lost, or not, either way we are ready and I smile at the approaching entertainment. It’s very still outside.

Be as well as you can.

Cheers!

Matt

Poem

I’m outside smoking a cigar and reading Charles Bukowski. I’m drinking a beer but I would much rather have a whiskey. There are chipmunks running on the rocks in the backyard and my kid just striped down and is completely naked. He’s playing in a small pool on the deck. A man handling an excavator was here all day working on our land; we didn’t worry about social distancing. He had his place, we had ours. This pandemic is here and there and everywhere. Let’s play, and be, as long as we can and either we’re fine, or we’re not anymore and the wind couldn’t care less.

poem

You don’t need to
use dense vocabulary
to tell a good story.
I had this dream
about what I should do,
but I didn’t do it.
Hundred bucks to
the painter who best
depicts a dream I had.
It’s that simple.
Tell about the dream,
offer a hundred,
and wait. That’s
all I’m asked to do
and I’ve yet to do it.
And I will pay.

-M. Taggart

 

Rustic Wednesday – Ascend

“What can burn your thoughts, can burn your soul.” -M. Taggart: Screaming Hills.

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Published Short Story, Screaming Hills, Fiction. Written by, -M. Taggart, can be found in America’s Emerging Literary Fiction Writers: Northeast Region. The book and reviews can be found here:

And the writing trail continues!

My short story, ‘The Stump Maker,’ word count his risen to 3,400!

There’s something about bringing a story to life that fills my soul full of positive fuel.

The submission word cap is 5,000..so I’ll be sliding this one to an end shorty…a heart pounding end I hope! It is a horror story after all ;P

Cheers, Everyone!

I hope your day is treating you well.

Matt

Author of ‘Only. Just. Here.’ Which is published in America’s Emerging Horror Writers: East Region:

https://www.amazon.com/Americas-Emerging-Horror-Writers-Region/dp/1097715485/ref=pd_rhf_dp_p_img_2?_encoding=UTF8&psc=1&refRID=4GXHSPDK0398RJJ6QDS3

And author of the award winning short story, ‘Bodies in The Basement.’

Read for free here: https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/bodies-in-the-basement-awarded-publication-of-the-year-non-poetic-spillwords-press-nyc-2019/

 

Poem

I haven’t seen him since 2016
This is us

Wrote a story about him
He’s in the middle
I’m on the right
Phil is on the left

Love the man
He always said
We got to try everything once

That was then
I wonder about that now

 

 

this is us

#Short Story

‘I’m a Lion’
Based on True Events
Written by -M. Taggart

I’m a Lion

“It’s not always about coyotes, Dad.” The windows were down while they drove along the dirt road. The wind crossed through the cabin of the truck and back into the forest.

“There are coyotes out there.”

“But, it’s not always about the coyotes, Dad.”

“I know.”

“If there was a coyote that tried to get you, I’d used my sharp teeth and kill that coyote. But, it’s not always coyotes. Sometimes it’s wolves too and mountain lions. I’ll kill them with my long claws and sharp teeth.”

“I love your imagination, honey,” his mother said. She turned her head forward again. “I don’t remember doing things like this. We went on drives, but it was as if I wasn’t allowed to have my own thoughts. I was just, there. Did you ever feel like that?”

“No.” He filed through images of his memory, recalling playing in mud with his brother and having stick wars against neighborhood children. Riding bikes and fishing and pretending to be a private in the military.

“Anyway, Dad, it’s not always about coyotes.”

He watched the dust follow the truck in the rear view mirror. It drifted slowly, and toward the end of the trail the dust was gone again.

 

-M. Taggart

Author of the award winning short story, ‘Bodies In The Basement.’ Which can be read via the link below.

https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/bodies-in-the-basement-awarded-publication-of-the-year-non-poetic-spillwords-press-nyc-2019/

 

Books and Brews!

Easily among my favorite days. The book signing was an incredible success. Even though my hands were shaking while signing the first few. 46982E77-AFA4-45BC-9691-E7BEDDCCDAA2

Summarizes my priorities. Me looking at my family.

What a memory! I’m one lucky man.

Cheers everyone!

Matt

A cold, sweet, thing.

Kindness isn’t something hard to remember.

It was cold on the lake.
All the children wore layers and thick hats,
the kind that make it hard to really see them,
and when a flag sprung, everyone said,
“Flag!” And pointed.

The layered children ran toward the flag.
Ice fishing in Maine has a way of making
children, and all people, stay outside.

Two fish were freezing to death in the snow.
They had been brought topside a few minutes earlier.
“Are they dead?” He asked. A curious four-year-old.

“Not yet. But soon.”

“Why are they dead?”

“Because they are freezing and belong in the water.”

“But, why are they dead?”

“Because we caught them and brought them up here.”

“Can I touch them?”

“Yes.”

“Hi, fish. Hi, fish.”
The boy stroked the dying fish with his gloved hand.

-M. Taggart